>>40918773
>…
>You’ve been sensing something sketchy ever since these two women on the beach started talking to you.
>You *are* flattered that they’re showing you a great deal of affection, but something feels too good to be true.
>And it sucks because the one with pink hair actually bothered listening to what you had to say about yourself.
>She had a kind of look in her eyes that left an undeniable impression on you.
>She put butterflies in your stomach, weakness in your knees, getting you bumbling and stuttering every time you tried to answer something she asked you about.
>Gotten you all clumsy, and you have no idea why or how she did what she did to you.
>It doesn’t feel real, as though something else is at play.
>You’ve felt like you’ve mad a very desired new friend, but your rational side is questioning their insistence on taking you back to the hotel they’re staying at.
>Even though your pressing infatuation, you can tell something peculiar is afoot.
>Her name is Candy, the one who metaphorically poked your heart a little.
>The other one, Chryssy, is making really unsubtle faces at you when she thinks you aren’t looking.
>She’s down bad, you can tell, or at least appears to be so.
>Whether or not that is intentional, you aren’t sure, which only adds to your suspicion.
>All you were doing was sitting along minding your own business and then these two came up and talked to you.
>But screw it, you don’t exactly mind it.
>Talking to strangers can end up being good for you, and these two seem nice.
>You do convince them to come to a restaurant with you so you can at least make a decision regarding whether or not they’re too sketchy to enter a locked and enclosed area with.
>The one with turquoise hair named Chryssy offers to foot the entire bill too, so that’s a plus.
>And with that, the three of you decided to go to a main street eatery just before entering the hotel building.
>You still do like where this is going, and you’re really REALLY hoping it might end up with some fun time after this little almost-date.
>Hell, you’re on vacation, and this would make this easily one of the better vacations you’ve ever had, definitely the best one you’ve had in years.
>The only thing you’re concerned about is this taking a Hostel-tier turn, from how sudden and enthusiastic these two are.
>Just because you’ve been feeling blue lately doesn’t suddenly mean you’re stupid.
>And the way Chryssy is gazing seemingly directly into your soul the whole time is making you fee a little uneasy.
>You can hear Candy almost silently tell her to stop doing that, and she seems like she only wants to do it more because it’s getting in the way of something Candy is trying to do.
>God damn why do these two have to be so hot? Their intentions ARE good, right?
>Finally run out the clock and make it out of the eatery, saying you have to go home and it’s late.
>You SHOULD be safe now, but some feeling is keeping you from walking far.
>What do you do?

https://ponepaste.org/8206

>>40923710
He's already caught in their trap, he's being kept from walking far because he can't leave them now.
>Inb4 he gets the compulsion to go where they are and simply can't disobey it

>>40923727
Hot pic but
>anthro

>>40923727
Also gonna point out it looks anthro, but cougar AJ in a green would be fantastic.
>Older AJ feeling the baby clock ticking and pressured by Granny that she wants to see AJ have kids before she dies
>Ensnares a young Anon to give her kids while conflicted and not wanting to look like a pervert

If you like the fictional girls in, uhh... *certain ages*, could someone update the Kemono entry for Uotapo's Pixiv Fanbox page?

https://kemono.su/fanbox/user/6943885

Right now, the Apple Bloom stuff is missing.

>>40920837
I say go for it! The sleepover greens I've seen usually result in Anon getting with his waifu or Anon getting a harem, so I wouldn't worry about the originality of the concept.
You can real easily write the events of the sleepover to have the girl Anon's after warm up to him while having Anon warm up to the girl that's after him. Karaoke, truth or dare, movie, all sorts of fun scenarios to work with.

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>>40923758
>>Inb4 he gets the compulsion to go where they are and simply can't disobey it
This sounds fun

>>40923698
nice op pic

>>40924163
I’d love karaoke

>>40924411
Nice digits

>>40923700
Chinese astrology-inspired lewd wear.
Go go go.
You started with cow girl (year of the ox).

>>40925443
Fug I had a recent dragon year one somewhere but I can't find it

>>40925350
I love microbikinis

>>40926930
lmao cute

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>>40925443
Year of the bat is one of them right?

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>>40927444

>>40923700
Busty cowgirl principals, but they decide that you (NNN) are overdue for a milking.

Anchor for the anon coloring the bottomless humanized Fluttershy.
__________

https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2019/3/23/1992885.png
(NSFW, obviously)

Requesting that this sketch of bottomless humanized Fluttershy is colored. Be sure to expose her genitals.

Reference for color and painting style (also NSFW):
https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2013/6/1/338611.jpg

And this is how the original artist would draw female genitals in the similar pose and from the similar angle. (WARNING: NSFW, anthro and hyper)
https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2019/2/3/1952001.png
__________

Or, if you want to finish it yourself, here is the incomplete painting (it too is NSFW):
https://files.catbox.moe/oepn57.png

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>>40927444
>>40927448

>>40927945
1000 percent would

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Imagine working as a male teacher in Crystal Prep high school, and the new principal's sudden change in demeanor also changed you after a personal discussion. Now, you can't help but look at all your female students in a sexual way, and they're doing the same to you too.

>>40928725
corruptable angel

>>40928452
Paradise but risk of getting fired

>>40927444
No, but chinese year of the rat can be construed as a bat.

>>40931416
busty

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>>40931967

>>40931416
>>40931975
Surprisingly beautiful for aislop

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>>40932195
ikr?
it's like it's learning

>>40930728
Close enough

It’s been I don’t know how many years, but I caught up with this general in desuarchives. Really happy to see Purp Trix finally came back and completed his story. An unexpected but welcome surprise, great job fren.

New nsfw thread
>>>/trash/64302300

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>>40932288
>>40931975
>>40931416
Jesus, it's learning alright...learning what makes my dick hard

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>>40933664
indeed

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>>40933686

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and the rest can't be here cuz christian board, but I posted it in the previous trash thread

>>40933700
>>40933703
>>40931975
These in particular make her look so yummy

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You guys asked for it, and after over three years, it's happening

Life Flutters By continues TOMORROW

>>40934158
And there was much rejoicing.
*Knights waving their little banners* Yaaay....

Looking forward to seeing this project back on wheels. I'm really interested in finding out what direction you take things, as we've been practically hanging over a cliff since it went on hiatus.

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>>40934158
no fucking way, say wallah

>>40932963
It sure was a nice surprise

>>40928452
That new principal better keep Anon “sedated” before he goes ape mode

>>40927945
Based goth

>>40933664
God I love that edit

>>40934158
>Life Flutters By continues
I'll have to catch up. Good luck with the green, m8. I'll read it, love me flutters.

>>40936723
Ponk's honkers

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>>40936944
Ponkers, even.

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>>40936967
I support them (more than any bra could)

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>>40936989
Same

>>40932195
Not any more slop than at least half the fanart you see on Twitter.

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>Punkie Pie

PREVIOUSLY ON "LIFE FLUTTERS BY": https://ponepaste.org/4865

>"So... I'll see you tomorrow?" Fluttershy asked as you slip your arms through the sleeves of your trusty jacket and fasten each button.
>"I-I mean for lunch, since... you know..."
"Yeah, of course!" You smile at her, quick to assuage her concerns.
"And besides, we can text later today and tomorrow." You remind her.
>"Yeah, that's true." Fluttershy agrees, with a hint of glumness in her tone.
>With the sun descending towards the horizon, the autumn chill is making its presence more known to you.
>Drawing further attention to Fluttershy's tank top and skirt.
>She doesn't seem very cold, but you'd like to think of yourself as a good boyfriend.
"Hey, you gonna be okay walking home like that?" You ask her.
>Your question snaps her out of whatever's troubling her, although you could guess what it is.
>"O-Oh, yes, it's not a far walk and I'm kind of used to cold weather..."
>You leer at her a bit, weighing up the pros and cons of lending her your jacket again.
>You're more sensitive to the cold than she is.
>And if you catch a cold, it'll put your kissing on hiatus.
>You decide instead to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder and look into her eyes.
"Hey, it's only one day, it's gonna be alright."
>She gently smiles and leans into your touch.
>"I know, it's just... I'm sorry, I worry a lot about this kinda stuff..."
>"A-And it's not like I don't trust you to do a good job! I know you'll do great!"
"Hey, hey, it's okay, I understand."
>To be honest, you're a little worried too.
>It's gonna be a real lonely four hours after school tomorrow.
>But you can't let her know that, you've gotta be her rock.
"You're gonna have a great time at the game tomorrow, cheering on Rainbow with all your friends!"
>Her smile widens and she nods in agreement.
>"You're right, Anon." She softly replies.
"And you said something about Sugarcube Corner on Saturday?"
>"Oh, yeah!"
>You take another glance at the time.
>7:36
>Of course time only goes by faster when you're with her.
"Well, I should be heading home soon." You glumly inform her.
>Fluttershy's smile fades slightly, but she nods understandingly.
>You quickly wrap your arm around her waist and pull her close.
"And no, I didn't forget this time~"
>You capture Fluttershy's lips in a brief but loving goodbye kiss.
>Her initial surprise quickly fades as her eyes slide shut as she savors the moment-long kiss.
>"You're making good progress~" She softly giggles.
>You bid your final farewell to her, and with one last lingering gaze at her, you exit the animal shelter.
>Making your way down the dimly-lit roads of Canterlot, you put on some music to provide some company on your walk home.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-X4W3B83UA

>>40937410
You going to be a lot of posts? I might update tonight too.

>>40937420
Probably not, don't worry

>>40937410
--FLUTTERSHY--
>Saying goodbye to Anon gets harder every time.
>As he disappears into the streets of the city, you suddenly feel much colder.
>Maybe it's time to start dressing for the season.
>You gather your belongings and take one last glance across the animal shelter's backyard to make sure nothing was out of place.
>Once you're satisfied, you make your way out through the front doors.
"Have a good night, Grace." You softly bid farewell to the nice receptionist.
>"You have a good night too, Fluttershy!" She replies, in a more upbeat mood.
>"Say, that Anon friend of yours has been a real help around here! Nice job hookin' him in." She remarks.
>You manage a soft smile and sound of agreement before leaving the building.
>On nights like this, you'd rather take in the sounds of the town than drown it out with music.
>Canterlot is so peaceful at night.
>Especially out here, further from downtown.
>The birds and squirrels and other critters can be heard, with some activity downtown in the distance.
>...
>...You really shouldn't be so stressed about this.
>It's only one day, and Anon's proven himself to be completely capable of taking care of the animals.
>They've come to like him, too.
>And you promised Rainbow you'd be there for her tomorrow.
>But...
>...Anon's so sweet.
>Your fingers gently graze across your lips.
>You can still feel the warmth of his lips from your many kisses with him.
>His arms wrapped around you...
>That look in his eyes...
>...You just hope he won't be too lonely tomorrow.
>Or think less of you for not being there.
>He said he doesn't mind at all, but people can think things...
>...No.
>Anon is different.
>You trust him.
>He'll have everything under control tomorrow.
>You stop walking and take a deep breath to calm your nerves.
>Then you feel your phone buzz in your skirt pocket.
>Rarity was so thoughtful when designing this for you.
>You fish out your phone and open to see what's the matter.
>It's from your friends' groupchat.
>They're all discussing the soccer game tomorrow.
>Rainbow's gonna be playing against Arlen High School tomorrow.
>You admittedly don't know much about sports, but from the way Rainbow's talking about them, they sound pretty tough.
>[If anyone can kick their butts it's you!] Pinkie encourages her.
>[I'd be feeling pretty scared if I was them!] Applejack adds.
>[Hell yeah! They might as well have lost already!] Rainbow boasts.
>[Be careful, that kinda attitude could make you confident] Twilight warns her.
>[Hey, my confidence is warranted!] Rainbow is quick to reply.
[We know, just be careful out there.] You chime in with a word of warning.
>A round of welcomes comes from the six in the group after you show up.
>[Still coming to the game tomorrow?] Rainbow is quick to ask.
[Yep!] You reply.
>[Nice!] Rainbow cheers.
>You remember you're still standing still on the sidewalk and the sun has vanished from the sky, so you continue making your way home.

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Does anyone here know the sauce of this pic?

>>40937553
me getting my girlcock jerked off

>>40937543
>Every now and again you'd look down at your phone again to keep up with the conversation.
>The topic moved from the game tomorrow to Applejack's experience in Chemistry today.
>Sounds like Norman isn't the best lab partner.
>At least she didn't lose her eyebrows.
>Anon's close with Norman, you wonder if he's had any similar experiences with him.
>Before too long, you make it back home.
>Zephyr's nowhere to be seen, but the usual sound of chips crunching coming from his room means he's where he usually is.
>He graduated last year and says he's looking for a job, but sometimes you're not sure...
>He gets enough grief from dad about it, so you try not to press him about it too much.
>Mom and dad are out, Thursday nights are when they have their bowling league.
>It's nice that dad got into a hobby after his retirement.
>There's some leftover pasta for you to heat up, as is tradition.
>It's really on weekends that you get to have dinner with your family, with how much time you spend at the animal shelter.
>It can get a little lonely sometimes, but you have your friends.
>You sit down to eat dinner at the vacant dining room table.
>It's only after you start eating that you realize how hungry you are.
>It's not as tasty as it would be if were fresh, but it's still nice.
>After you finish your dinner, you carefully rinse off your dishes and silverware and place them in the dish washer.
>It's pretty full, so you press start on the dishwasher before making your way up to your room.
>It's just as you left it this morning, except Angel is awake now.
>There's an impatient look on his face when you enter.
"Oh, sorry Angel!" You hastily apologize to him, retrieving the treats from one of the drawers on your shelf.
>Angel's a little hesitant to accept your offering, but he relents and begins nibbling on the treat.
"If you promise to be on your best behavior tomorrow, I could take you with me to Rainbow's soccer game tomorrow." You whisper to Angel, cautious of Zephyr possibly overhearing you.
>Angel slightly perks up at the offer, then leers at you.
"I promise I'll remember to give you your meal at lunch." You solemnly swear to Angel.
>Angel's stubbornness resurfaces as he turns away with a huffy expression.
>You kneel down next to his cage, thinking of how to appease him.
>You know if you keep giving him treats to make him happy, it'll make him unhealthy.
>Not to mention it enables him.
>You glance around your room, trying to think of something.
"...We could spend some time at the park after the game?" You offer.
>He slowly peers over his little rabbit shoulder at you.
>A moment later, he agrees with a soft nod.
"Oh, good!" You softly cheer, taking the critter into your arms and holding him close.
>Angel's still not great with close content, but he's come a long way.
"Oh, by the way! I have a boyfriend now!" You excitedly inform Angel.
>His expression immediately shifts to become more suspicious of this news.

>>40937715
"Oh, you haven't met him yet! Because you were... in my backpack that day..." You trail off, feeling more guilty with each word.
>Angel's expression doesn't change.
"...B-But his name's Anon! He's such a sweetheart." You say to Angel, getting the conversation back on track.
>Angel isn't convinced.
"You'll get to meet him tomorrow at lunch! I'm sure you two will like each other."
>Angel squints even more.
"...Promise to be on your best behavior?"
>Angel shook his head.
>For such a small critter, he can be so frustrating sometimes.
"Come on, my other friends will be there, too. You like them!" You try to convince him.
>Angel seems to mull it over, but eventually agrees by sinking into your arms.
"That's the spirit!" You softly cheer.
>You carefully set Angel down on the carpeted floor to let him roam around a bit.
>You notice out of the corner of your eye that your trash can is full, so you take it in your arms and make your way downstairs.
>After dumping the contents into the garbage can in the garage, you make your way back up to the stairs to your room.
>...Except Zephyr's standing outside his room.
>...With a strange grin on his face.
>"So what's this about a boyfriend?" He teased you.
>Your face gets warmer as you suddenly lose the ability to come up with a response.
"N-None of your business!" You manage to stammer out.
>Before Zephyr could interrogate you any more on the matter, you vanish into your room.
>Once the door's sealed behind you, you hear him chuckling in the hallway before going back into his room.
>Ugh, sometimes he can be such a pain.
>Angel's minding his own business, nestled in a corner of your room.
>Luckily you don't have any homework to deal with tonight, just some reading assignments that you could probably do this weekend.
>You lie down on your bed and stare up at the ceiling as you realize how tired you are today.
>Which is weird, you didn't do anything super intense today.
>...Well, except with Anon...
>You close your eyes and reminisce on his hands travelling across your body.
>He's so... tender.
>Firm, yet gentle.
>...
>Before you could sink into these savory memories, your mind presented memories of how you hitched up your skirt today.
>You're not sure what you were thinking, it was real chilly out.
>But... it was nice to have Anon look at you like that...
>You cover your face in embarrassment at the memory.
>If Rarity saw you like that, she'd be beside herself.
>You never thought you'd do something so... risque...
>But Anon...
>He makes you feel...
>...Different.
>You've never really been interested in boys or relationships before, Rainbow and the others were all the social life you needed.
>But Anon didn't come to you to ask you out.
>He just wanted an extracurricular activity, and maybe a friend.
>But that sneaky, sneaky Anon...
>He infected you with his friendly, kind, charming demeanor and...
>...Started a fire inside you.

>>40937846
>You feel even more ashamed of yourself when you remember what happened the last time you thought about Anon like this on your bed.
>He lent you his jacket to save you from complete humiliation, and you...
>...You defiled it.
>It was such a nice jacket, too...
>You cover your face with your hands in embarrassment.
>You can't believe how you acted that night.
>You never knew you could be such a pervert.
>Anon...
"Why did you have to sniff your jacket when I gave it back to you?" You mutter to yourself.
>You spent the rest of the day unable to think about anything else.
>It was so humiliating, what if he smelled... it?
>What would he think?
>What would Rainbow or Rarity or Twilight think?
>And the worst part is...
>When he sniffed his jacket...
>...It was really hot.
"This is all your fault, Anon..." You mumble.
>You slip out of your skirt.
"You turned me into a pervert..."
>But as if it were divine intervention, a text from Rainbow buzzed on your phone.
>Snapping you out of your trance, you sit straight up and fan yourself before checking the text.
>[Watcha up to now]
[Nothing, hbu?] You lied.
>[Ngl, a little stressed about tomorrow] Rainbow admitted.
>You sigh, feeling a pang of sympathy for your friend.
[You're gonna do great in the game tomorrow, I know it]
>Rainbow takes a moment to respond.
>[I know, I guess I'm just feeling the pressure now]
>[The first game sets the tone for the rest of the season, and all eyes are on me as the star player]
>[Plus, this is the last first game of the season of my high school career]
>[After this is college, and who knows what else from there]
>You sigh.
>Life after high school isn't something you like to think about.
>The future after graduation is so uncertain and kind of intimidating.
>You wish things didn't have to change, you're happy with your life as is.
>You wish you could just stay with the animal shelter.
>[Fluttershy?]
>You shove your worried thoughts to the back of your mind, Rainbow needs your help.
[Whatever happens tomorrow, we all know you'll be amazing]
[You're the best soccer player I know, and we'll all be proud of you no matter if you win or lose]
[As for after high school...]
>You pause for a moment, trying to think of the best answer.
[...Stressing yourself over it now isn't gonna help. Just try to live in the moment]
>You wish you could so easily follow your own advice.
>A few moments later, Rainbow responds.
>[Thanks, Fluttershy. I'm really glad we're friends]
>You smile, feeling the warmth of your friendship with her.
[I'm really glad we're friends, too]
>You yawn soon after send the text, so you figure it's time to hit the hay.
>Tomorrow's gonna be a big day, after all.

That's it for tonight! Tune in tomorrow for more!

>>40937991
Glad you’re continuing this. Will get caught up when I can.

Warning: NSFW
https://desu-usergeneratedcontent.xyz/trash/image/1646/86/1646868162196.png

Could someone remove the remaining parts of clothing off this humanized Rarity, and apply some gravity to her breasts? The zero-gravity boobs are weird as fuck, you know.

But if redrawing the breasts is out of your capacity, or if you are busy right now, you can just remove that part first. Boobs with correct physics can wait, I guess.

>>40938328
Cute

>>40937056
Based

>>40937543
>>40934158
Alright, just making sure I didn't get in your way. I'll just post the rest tomorrow since I kind of have to upload something elsewhere anyway. Welcome back, by the way.
>>40923710
>This just doesn’t make any sense, you should be home free by now.
>The two suspicious but attractive young ladies let you go without a single word of contention about it.
>You’re trying to make your way back down the street as the sky gets darker and darker but the further you get, the stronger the urge to turn around becomes.
>There was something about Chryssy, the way her eyes looked… kind of reminded you of that story you heard about this place that one time.
>Though you never really believed in any of that, but maybe something about her has something to do with where the superstition came from.
>Basically, the theme of that whole superstition you’ve heard about that one time had to do with a lack of free will that had been planted into the minds and souls of young men in order to lure them in for breeding.
>Or something like that, probably something less lewd-sounding than that.
>Didn’t really think much of it, which is another reason why you’re confused as to why you’re thinking so much of it now.
>Why DID it pop up in your brain like this so suddenly?
>You already miss Candy, wishing you could have stayed by her a little bit longer and talk out things about your life with her.
>Try to stop thinking about her and go back to getting home.
>You’ve only known Candy for a couple of hours at best and it already feels like you’ve known her for years.
>This reminds you of the part of a movie where the main character just met his love interest and he’s now trying to go about his day but can’t stop thinking about her.
>If love really is magic, then it’s some powerful stuff, more powerful than you’re able to handle.
>Your erection in your pants may have gone away for the moment, but the erection in your heart only rages on harder.
>Every corner you turn leads into a new block or path with a stronger backwards force that beckons you to turn around and return to the two women you just met at the beach today.
>You’re missing a great opportunity here, you just know it.
>And every step you take walking away from it like this feels like walking on broken glass.
>And this force against your own intentions only makes your intentions even stronger.
>This would be useful for a couple of other more strong-willed people, but NOT you.
>If you just built an entire huge sandcastle and it gets washed away into the sea as soon as you were getting ready to finish it, you’re not the type of person to immediately built it back up even better and on a higher up spot.
>That’s just not the type of person you are.
>You’re not forceful enough, but maybe someone you met IS that forceful.

>>40940114
>At some point, you had turned around and started walking the other way without even realizing you started doing so.
>It’s like your body itself started up a mutiny against your will and made you start walking in the direction you REALLY wanted to walk in but didn’t want to admit it to yourself.
>You continue to fight it, because there was something really odd about the way those two women were acting, but you can’t help but want to know more about them.
>Maybe they’re still waiting there for you, or just hanging around the area doing whatever, where you can return and get their attention.
>It almost feels like there’s so many eyes over your shoulders that you can’t even trust your own front door; namely the lock.
>There’s NO way this doesn’t feel like someone is following you, and there something that feels inside like nothing you can describe except a pink glow, except it’s not one you can see.
>It’s the creeping feeling that you’re being stalked, except it’s in a different flavor, a flavor that tastes so much better than you’d expect under normal conditions.
>You’re being watched and followed, you know it.
>Start to pick up your pace as you enter the less well-lit streets on the way to where you’ll be going to sleep tonight… if you make it through the door.
>And if ONLY you make it through the door.
>Then you can sleep.
>You must have passed your place, because you’re going right back to the more well-lit streets.
>The perfect excuse is that you don’t feel safe going to your place, but why is the first notion you get from that the notion that this is an excuse?
>There’s a pink glow following you, except you can’t see it, and it’s actually inside of you, so of course it’s going with you everywhere you go.
>And it’s getting so strong and bright that you’re losing control of where your legs are taking you.
>Something is begging you to go back to Candy and Chryssy, namely Candy, who has shown so much genuine affection for you, more than anyone else has in a long time.
>She’s so pretty too, and you never even got her number, you think, your mind is spinning so rapidly that you don’t even remember.
>But over the phone is not enough for you; it won’t bring you the same feeling you felt when in person with Candy.
>Is that the eatery you were just at?
>Something inside that anything less than meeting Candy in person again will not suffice.
>This was the perfect night for it,,, all the town lights lighting everything up just the right way…
>The way the sides of the buildings are lit up, the sounds of the cars driving by,,, the clouds in the sky…
>It’s like something right out of a movie, the setting becomes so beautiful just for you so you can have your beautiful moment of fate.
>How are you going to walk away from that?

>>40940117
>How could you possibly walk away?
>Run away?
>Hide away?
>From your own love sent after you so neither Candy nor Chryssy have to do much to pursue you?
>No idea why you’re thinking about it like that.
>Feel so animated and alive as your heart thumps all the way up to your ears; you can hear and feel your own pulse.
>Something’s gotten you feeling some type of way…
>Getting you all jittery and stupid, unable to control your legs, your clumsy feet or shaking knees.
>The need to see them again is overcoming you, like you’re in a video game and went too far off the map and are being forced back into completing the objective.
>The whole world itself is making you do this, every molecule in the open night air around you
>Something might as well be everywhere in the air at this point.
>Something sweet and beckoning, something that’s making you walk forwards towards virginity-suicide in an unidentifiable happening.
>You’re actively looking for Candy and Chryssy now, feeling an overwhelming, overpowering excitement make energy charge through your veins.
>What the hell is wrong with you right now?
>This only happens to characters on TV or in movies who are in love, not real life.
>Where is this jitteriness coming from?
>Your self-restraint steels itself and you get ready to high-tail it out of here, ready to force yourself if you have to.
>Even though your heart isn’t in it.
>Something’s terribly wrong with you; it’s never a good sign when you’re barely able to control your own body.
>The next block over never felt so far away, and your legs never felt so weak than now.
>Decide you’ll sit down for a few minutes and wait for this to go away.
>Surely it can’t be permanent.
>You wait in one of the outside lounge chairs as the vibrant patches of the otherwise dark nighttime scenery paint a picture around you.
>Shuffle around in your seat, feeling your heart beating in your throat as you look around for a familiar multi-colored hairdo.
>You have to calm your breathing down and get the sweat off of your brow.
>”Good evening, sir. How are we doing tonight?” A waitress walks up to you.
“Oh uh, sorry, I was just resting here for a few seconds, if that’s okay.”
>You stand up to leave anyway, as the still sane part of your brain has been begging you to do.
>”Oh there you are” Chimes a familiar voice.

https://ponepaste.org/8206

>>40940114
>Your erection in your pants may have gone away for the moment, but the erection in your heart only rages on harder.

I never knew how badly I needed this hilarious line.

>>40937991
>You wake up from a (thankfully) dreamless slumber.
>Turning over, you glance at the clock on your nightstand.
>6:11.
>Today's the big day, you better get going.
>You crawl out of bed, grab some season-appropriate clothes, and hop into the shower.
>The hot water helps wake you up, but it also brings back some troubling thoughts from yesterday.
>Maybe Rainbow's concerns were justified.
>Admittedly, life after high school was something you avoided thinking about.
>You could get away with doing some basic courses at the local community college, but that'll only delay the problem.
>You weren't particularly great at any school subjects, so picking a major would be enough trouble.
>Plus everyone's schedule gets busier and harder to line up in college.
>Not to mention it's a completely new environment...
>You squirt some body soap onto your hand and scrub it onto your arms, but you keep worrying.
>Would you be able to stay in touch with Rainbow?
>Or Twilight?
>Or Rarity?
>Or Anon?
>You scrub your legs, but you can't scrub away these worries.
>Now you're feeling a little more worried about not being with Anon today.
>Gosh, you really don't want to be clingy, but...
>No, you can't worry about this now.
>You've gotta get ready soon.
>You rush through washing your hair before quickly stepping out of the shower.
>It doesn't take you super long to dry off, brush your hair and brush your teeth.
>Before long, you're dressed and ready to take on the day.
>Zephyr's still snoring in his room (as usual), but your parents are eating breakfast at the table.
>"Good morning, Fluttershy." Your mom greets you.
>"Good morning!" Your dad follows.
"Good morning, how was bowling last night?" You ask them, taking a couple fruits for breakfast.
>"Oh, we lost, but it was still a lot of fun!" Your dad sheepishly admits.
"Well, that's good to hear!"
>"Isn't the first soccer game of the season today?" Your mom asked as she read the morning news.
"Sure is! We're all gonna be rooting for Rainbow!"
>"Well, tell her we're rooting for her too!" Your mom requests.
"I'll be sure to! See you after the game!" You bid your parents farewell.
>Your hear them return the farewell before you close the door and head out to take on the day.

>>40940289
>Geez, it's real chilly out today.
>Autumn is in full swing.
>The sidewalk is decorated with a few fallen leaves, dancing across the pavement with the help of the occasional gust of wind.
>You're grateful you decided to wear a sweater and jeans today, you'd catch a cold in weather like this.
>But despite the temperature getting colder, it's still very peaceful.
>The brilliant colors of the sun rising in the distance always help you feel more empowered to deal with the school day.
>...But this isn't gonna last.
>If you end up going to some college far from home, the sunrise in the morning won't be the same.
>The sunlight won't dance through the leaves and branches of the trees you've known all your life.
>Some of those fancy colleges are in a big city, where there aren't as many trees or critters.
>It's making you homesick, just thinking about it.
>You look up at the sky again, and your worrying made the sunrise just a little less colorful.
>You sigh forlornly.
>"Hey, Flutters!" A familiar, comforting voice calls out to you.
>You spin around and spot Anon jogging to catch up to you from the street adjacent to yours.
>You try to shove your anxieties to the back of your mind, smiling as you wave back to him.
"Oh, hey, Anon!" You greet him in return.
>He must've been jogging a while to catch up with you, judging by how he's slightly panting as he catches up to you.
>"Sleep well?" He asks you.
>Don't think about how you were thinking about him last night.
>You nod, maybe a little too hastily.
"Oh, I wish I slept better. I'm just so excited for Rainbow's game today!"
>"I bet! Rainbow's a pretty incredible soccer player, from what I heard!" He responds as you two resume walking to school.
"You mean you've never gone to any of the games?"
>Anon shrugs, a sheepish expression on his face.
>"Well... no, I haven't. I've never been super into sports, and Norman's usually more interested in eating chips and playing video games than going to school events..." He admits.
>You nod understandingly.
>You doubt you'd have gone to many soccer games if you weren't friends with Rainbow.
>"Oh, by the way, I'm gonna have to wear the jacket for the foreseeable future due to weather concerns." Anon cheekily informs you.
>"I know, you prefer me without my jacket, but not wearing jackets in this weather is how you catch a cold. Or worse, brain hemorrhage."
>You can't help but snort-laugh at Anon's dumb joke.
"Oh, I think you'll be fine." You roll your eyes at him with a grin.
>He turns to you with an overly-pouty expression.
>The kind you thought only Rarity was capable of.
>"But Flutterssssssss, I could dieeeeeee."
"Hmm, I'm not sure, Rarity says a good boyfriend would be willing to die for his girlfriend." You tease him.
>He stifles a giggle and continues to leer at you.
>"I dunno, sounds like this Rarity might be a bad influence."
"But we've been friends for years! She'd never steer me wrong like that! And she knows a LOT about dating!" You playfully pout.

>>40940411
>"Yeah, well, I dunno, I consider myself pretty worldly, too." Anon humbly brags.
"Oh, really? Would you say you know as much about relationships as Rarity?"
>"I don't see how that's relevant." Anon bluntly replies.
>You two share a giggle.
>"Buuuuuut, I know enough to do this~" Anon teases.
>Before you could ask him what that would be, he leans over and plants a kiss on your forehead.
>The gesture is so sweet and cute you're too flustered to come up with any kind of response.
>Anon makes an incredibly smug sound, motivating you to gently punch his shoulder.
"That wasn't fair, you caught me off guard!" You pouted.
>"That was completely fair, you're just being a sore loser." Anon continued to bask in his little victory.
"I'll get you back for that, just you wait." You retort.
>You try to sound menacing, but between your voice and your still-red cheeks, this only makes him giggle more.
>It's only now that you notice that you've been holding hands with Anon all this time.
>Before you know it, you realize you've arrived at Canterlot High.
>Pinkie and Twilight, are standing by the horse statue with Rainbow, who eagerly waves you over.
>"'Hey, Fluttershy! Hey, Anon!" Rainbow eagerly greets you both.
>Your hands separate as you hurry over to your friends, Anon close behind.
"Good morning, Rainbow. How are you feeling about the game?" You ask her.
>"A flash of nervousness crosses her face before she beams with confidence.
>"Ready to go! Those Arlen chumps are just stalling for time, scheduling the game for the end of the day! You ask me, they should just come out and get their loss over with!"
>"We're really glad you can come with us to the game and not have to worry about the animals!" Twilight adds.
>You smile, nodding.
"Thanks, I'm really glad I can come, too. Anon's been a great help."
>"I'll say! We've never talked before, but you've been a super duper friend these past couple weeks!" Pinkie chipperly turns to Anon.
>You realize that he's standing subtly behind you with a slightly unsure look on his face.
>He still isn't super used to being around your friends.
>"Yeah, well, Fluttershy's been real great to me, I'm real lucky to have her around." Anon replied, somewhat awkwardly.
>What happened to that charisma he was using to mess you with a few minutes ago?
>But your cheeks get a little warmer at his flattery.
>Twilight and Pinkie respond with an "Awww" at his sweetness.
>Rainbow rolls her eyes in an exaggerated manner, but there's still a small smile on her face.
>Which ends up making him a little more flustered.
>"Y-Yeah, well, you all should be focusing more on the soccer game than our relationship." Anon tried to remind them, still a little flustered.
>"Hmmm, nah. Right now I'm having fun hazing you a bit." Rainbow retorted.
>"You GOTTA hang with us sometime! We gotta get to know you better!" Pinkie eagerly jumped in.
>Anon's a little intimidated by her offer, judging by the awkward smile on his face.
>You're unsure about this, too.

>>40940562
>"Ah, uh, I-I'm flattered, but I'd hate to intrude-"
>"Oh, don't worry! Any friend of Fluttershy's is a friend of ours!" Pinkie beams.
>"Isn't that right, girls?"
>Twilight and Rainbow share a vague look before turning back to Anon and Pinkie.
>"Uh, sure, but-" Twilight replies, but is cut off by Pinkie.
>"Well, there you go!" Pinkie assures Anon.
"Y-You know, Anon and I were actually kind of planning on having a little date at Sugarcube Corner tomorrow..." You speak up.
>"Oh, that's PERFECT! We get together there on Saturdays, too! You should totally come with!" Pinkie cheers.
>Poor Anon, he's no match for Pinkie when she gets like this.
"But shouldn't we ask Rarity and Applejack and Sunset if they're okay with him coming with us tomorrow? It's kind of rude to leave them out of the loop." You suggest.
>"Ooh, good idea!" Pinkie said, pulling out her phone.
>Her thumbs fly across the screen before your phone buzzes with a text message notification from Pinkie to the groupchat.
>[Heyyyyyy Fluttershy's bf Anon is gonna be joining us at SCC tomorrow!! Hope you don't mind!!]
>You sigh.
>You were really hoping for a nice date alone with Anon.
>Anon's looking a little more overwhelmed
>"Oh, cheer up, Anon! You don't have anything to worry about! We all like you!" Pinkie tried to reassure him.
>"Well, not as much as Fluttershy, that is~" She adds teasingly.
>"Pinkie!" Twilight scolds her as you and Anon get a little more flustered by the attention.
>"Good thing, too! 'Cause if any of us liked you as much as Fluttershy does, that would be super duper awkward!"
>"Alright, alright, you win." Anon relents with his hands up.
>"Oh, goodie! I've gotta show you all my favorites from the menu!" Pinkie cheers victoriously.
>"Whoopsie, gotta run! See you at lunch, girls and Nonny!" She skips off.
>Pinkie giving Anon a cute nickname like that leaves you with a weird feeling in your stomach.
>No, don't be like that.
>She's just being friendly.
>There's an awkward silence left after Pinkie left you four in the wake of her schedule change.
>"...You know, I'd understand if you didn't want me to join you all tomorrow." Anon weakly spoke up.
>"No, no, it's alright! I'm sorry about Pinkie, she can be... a lot sometimes." Twilight apologized.
>"More like a lot of the time." Rainbow muttered.
"I wouldn't worry about it, Anon. You've sat with us at lunch and you get along with all of us." You reassure him.
>"Just don't do anything stupid, 'cause AJ and I could kick your ass really easily." Rainbow warned him.
"Rainbow!" You scold her, noticing a worried look appear on Anon's face.
>"I'm just saying!"
>You feel Angel rustling around in your backpack.
"We should be getting to class soon."
>Rainbow, Anon, and Twilight check the time, followed by three different expressions of surprise.
>"Oh shoot, you're right." Anon said.
>"Well, see you all later!" Rainbow said before dashing off.
>"...Guess I'll see you all at lunch?" Anon asked.
>"You bet!" Twilight confirmed.

>>40940657
I like how the rest of the girls have warmed up to anon because they know Fluttershy likes and trusts him.

>>40937302
>Puffy inverted nipples still protruding through anyway
BASED

>>40933710
The guy’s me

Anchor for the full nude edit of two different Cogbrony pics.

Here are what I've been requesting, by the way.

1. Remove the top from Wallflower blush.
https://cdn.twibooru.org/img/view/2021/4/21/2432984.png

2. And merge the following images to remove all clothings and cowprint from both Sci-Twi and Fluttershy.
https://cdn.twibooru.org/img/view/2021/4/10/2342648.png
https://cdn.twibooru.org/img/view/2021/4/10/2342650.png

As always, if you need references for the way the artist draws nipples, switch your booru filter to either "Maximum Spoilers", "18+ R34", "Everything" or similar, and search for:
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artist:thebrokencog, -edit, sideboob, nipples

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>>40941960
I wonder what’s going on where the thread gets to page 10 in 2 and a half hours. That speed is very unlike the board these days.

>>40942296
Cute

>>40942296
FEET

>>40940657
>>40940119
>Greens are picking up again
Nice, will get to reading on the weekend

>>40941996
>>40942735
And right when this happens, Ponepaste is down again. Wild.

>>40943097
Oop, never mind.

>>40940114
Thanks, man. It's good to be back.

>>40940657
>"Alright, cool!" Anon replied more comfortably.
>Angel rustles again in your backpack.
>He must be getting restless.
"Why don't you two go on ahead, there's something I gotta take care of out here first." You speak up, removing your backpack from your shoulders.
>"Is everything alright?" Anon asks you.
>"Oh, don't worry, it's all fine." Rainbow speaks up, knowing what you're referring to.
>Anon points a confused expression between her and Twilight, who only responds with an awkward shrug.
>"...Well, alright." Anon relents, trusting you and your friends.
>"Anyway, I gotta talk with Norman about something, catch you later!" He says, making his way up the stairs.
"Wait!" You interject.
>Anon turns to face you, along with Twilight and Rainbow.
"...A-Aren't you forgetting something?" You ask, nervously glancing around to make sure there weren't any spectators.
>Anon thinks for a moment, then a mischievous look appears in his eye for the briefest moment.
>He tugs the waist of his jeans out, looks down, and fakes a shocked expression.
>"Uh oh."
>Rainbow cackles at his little joke.
"Anon!" You scold him, feeling a little flustered.
>"Kidding! Kidding!" He assures you while giggling.
>You put on your most stern face, but this doesn't stop him from gently lifting your chin and planting a chaste kiss on your lips.
>You try to keep a goofy smile from spreading across your lips, but you fail.
>"Better?" Anon asks.
"...Better." You grumpily admit, still blushing.
>Rainbow's eyes threaten to roll right out of her head, but Twilight appreciates the show of romance.
>"Okay, now I really gotta run. See you at lunch!" Anon waves goodbye as he hurries up the stairs.
>"I'll race you! Seeya, girls!" Rainbow yells over her shoulder as she sprints up the stairs after Anon.
>"You don't even know where I'm going!" Anon yells back to Rainbow as they both disappear behind the school's front doors.
>That leaves you with just Twilight.
>"...I'm not sure I get Anon's joke." She awkwardly mentions.
>Your cheeks flare up at the thought of explaining his little stunt.
"D-Don't worry about it, I just gotta let Angel out for a bit." You insist, kneeling down and setting your backpack on the right.
>"Oh, right! Catch you later!" Twilight waves goodbye, running up the stairs and inside Canterlot High.
>You glance around and assure that nobody else is around.
>You'll have to make this quick.
>You unzip your backpack and Angel hops right out onto the grass.
"You'll get to meet Anon at lunch today! You'll like him, I just know it!" You whisper to Angel, still cautious about anyone seeing you.
>Angel leers at you a bit.
"...Promise to be on your best behavior?" You ask him.
>He ignores you and goes back to nibbling on the grass.
"Please?"
>Angel looks up at you, seems to think about it for a moment, then nods before going back to eating.
"Oh, thank you!" You excitedly say, scooping him up into your arms for a hug.

>>40943268
>Angel's still a little rough with close contact like hugs, but he's come a long way.
>After a brief moment spent hugging, you check the time.
>You're five minutes late for class already.
"Come on, time to get going." You whisper to Angel before gently setting him inside your backpack.
>Once it's zipped up, you make your way inside the building.
>The hallways are mostly empty and your first class isn't far from the front entrance, which is nice.
>Your first class of the day is Drawing and Painting IV.
>It's a really nice way to start the day.
>Ms. Easel is so nice, too.
>She never interrogates you on being late when you're letting Angel roam a bit.
>You retrieve your sketchbook from your backpack and return to sketching the small setup of objects Ms. Easel has set up.
>You like to think of yourself as a pretty good artist, but it's always important to practice shading.
>It really brings a drawing to life.
>But while you're sketching, you glance around at the other students in the classroom.
>They're all focused on drawing from their own perspectives, but you can tell there's something different in the air today.
>Some students occasionally lean over and mumble something to each other, and you can tell what they're talking about.
>The soccer game.
>You can't help but feel a little nervous for Rainbow.
>You can't imagine what kind of pressure she's under right now.
>But she'll pull through.
>She's the school superstar for a reason.
>As much as you tried to assure yourself it'll all be alright, that seed of worry stays planted in your mind throughout the rest of the class period.
>Admittedly, you don't get as much done as you'd like.
>Before you know it, class is over.
>Next class: AP English.
>Twilight suggested you take it last year.
>She said it would help you prepare for college.
>It's pretty tough, but you've been keeping up with your readings, and your teacher appreciates your input in class.
>And Twilight is nice enough to help you study and understand the more complicated readings when she's available.
>Honestly, a lot of this class goes in one year and out the other.
>And you think the same true for your classmates.
>It's the darn soccer game again.
>Everyone knows this is Rainbow's last soccer game before she graduates.
>...Come to think of it, you're not sure why she's so worried about college.
>She's sure to get some kind of scholarship for her soccer skills.
>...If only your path to college and beyond was so clear.
>But then again, you don't know what's going on in her head.
>Maybe you'll ask her sometime.

>>40943412
>You curse yourself for your tendency to worry so much.
>Your third class of the day is Geology, but it all goes by in a haze.
>You can't stop worrying.
>About the game.
>About the animal shelter.
>About college.
>It's all so much to deal with at once.
>Your teacher's voice fades into indistinct mumbling.
>The words on the worksheet in front of you blur into various gray shapes.
>Can anyone else notice how worried you are?
>You dare not look up and check.
>Calm down.
>Just...
>Think of something else.
>...
>...What if Anon was being serious about not-
>NO.
>THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE.
>Your leg brushes against your backpack on the floor.
>Maybe Angel could help you.
>Slowly, carefully, you nudge your backpack under your desk and between your legs.
>Nobody's paying attention to you.
>You hope.
>As slowly as you could manage, you unzip your backpack.
>You lean down and rest your chin on your desk.
>Thankfully you're sitting near the back of the classroom.
>Without breaking eye contact with the front of the classroom, you feel around the inside of your backpack and find Angel curled up inside.
>He was sleeping, you can tell from how he jumps slightly when you gently pet his fur.
>You wish you could apologize to him, but you'll have to remember to do that later.
>At least he doesn't seem to mind too much.
>You get into a rhythm petting him, each stroke making you feel a little better.
>It helps ground you in the moment.
>The soccer game and college can't hurt you here.
>"Fluttershy?"
>The side effect of being calmed down is now you can hear clearly again.
>Your head shoots up from your desk upon hearing your name called out by Mr. Outcrop.
"Y-Yes?"
>"Are you feeling alright back there?"
>Half the class is looking at you now.
>You start to feel more anxious again.
"U-Uh, yeah, I just... didn't get enough sleep last night." You lie.
>Mr. Outcrop responds by chuckling softly.
>"Well, at least you don't think my class is boring." He softly jokes.
>This relieves some of the tension as the class turns back to the PowerPoint presentation on the board.
>You softly sigh in relief, sitting up straight.

>>40943476
>The lunch bell rings not too long after.
>You make sure to zip up your backpack to keep Angel safe before you get up and make your way to the cafeteria.
>The hallways are such a zoo at this time of day.
>Everyone's in such a hurry to get to lunch.
>And it always takes you longer to get to the cafeteria because you're never able to push through anyone to get there.
>If everyone just walked more calmly, we'd all get there faster.
>You can only hope Angel isn't getting to jostled around back there.
>Just keep walking, you'll make progress.
>Eventually...
>You can almost see the lunch tables...
>Boy, it's getting so tight.
>You can barely breathe in between all these teenagers.
>Almost there...
>The crowd suddenly dissipates once you cross the threshold into the cafeteria.
>Yes! You made it!
>No time to cheer now, though.
>You've still gotta get lunch.
>At least the lunch line is more orderly.
>It doesn't take long for Granny Smith to hand you a tray of fresh fruits along with a chicken sandwich.
>You always make sure to thank her, she's so nice.
>Now that that's out of the way, you head for your usual lunch table.
>Twilight, Rainbow, Pinkie, Applejack, and Rarity are already there, but Sunset's nowhere to be seen.
>Anon still hasn't arrived, either.
>You look over to where his usual table is.
>Nope, just Flash and his bandmates sitting there.
>He just hasn't arrived yet.
>"Yoo-hoo! Fluttershy!" You hear Rarity call out to you.
>You snap back to your group of friends and sit down next to Rarity, with Rainbow across from you.
>"How's it been hangin'?" Rainbow asks you.
>You feel your breath hitch in your throat.
>You better answer soon.
"Oh, y'know, same old school stuff." You manage to answer.
>"Yep, 's a real shame we ain't bein' quizzed on the syllabus anymore." Applejack remarked before taking a bite from her sandwich.
>I can't focus on anything today! I'm just so excited for the big game later today!" Pinkie piped up.
>You knew Rainbow well enough to know when she tries to hide her nervousness.
>"The WHOLE school's gonna be there! And the other team's coming all the way from Texas!"
>Just then, a few other students passed by your table.
>"We're all rooting for you, Rainbow!" One of them encouraged her.
>"Yeah! Knock 'em dead!" The other added.
>The pressure on Rainbow is starting to build.
>Better distract.
"Say, where's Sunset?" You ask, trying to change the subject.
>"She's busy with a book report. She's gonna be spending lunch in the library today." Twilight was quick to answer.
>"Too bad, she's missing out on all the hype!" Pinkie added, steering the conversation back on track.
>Oh, brother.

>>40943628
>Before anything else about the game could be said, Rainbow shoots up from her seat and waves to someone behind you.
>"Yo, Anon! Over here!" She calls out.
>Maybe a little too loud.
>You, along with the other girls at the table, turn around to see Anon standing with Norman.
>Rainbow accidentally caused a few other students to turn towards Anon.
>He's clearly feeling awkward.
>Not helped by Norman giving him the side-eye.
>"Come on, sit down with us, dude! Fluttershy kept your seat warm!" Rainbow offered a little hastily.
>You kind of wish she didn't draw so much attention to you regarding Anon.
>"Uh... Okay!" Anon answered, slowly and carefully sitting down next to you.
>Norman rolled his eyes a bit and went to sit with Flash and his bandmates.
>Anon glances between you and the other girls, unsure of what to say or do.
>"Y'know, it's a shame you're in Strength Training. Seems to me your agility could use some work." She remarked, referring to their "race" earlier today.
>Anon gave her an amused look.
>"You were the only one who decided where the finish line was."
>"So?"
>"And you shoved me!"
>"Did not! It's not my fault you don't know how to put one foot in front of the other!"
>"At least being in Strength Training means I could probably beat you in arm wrestling." Anon remarked, picking up his apple.
>Rainbow got up from her chair.
>"Oh yeah?"
>She leaned across the table and offered her hand for the challenge.
>"Wanna prove it?"
>Anon's looking a little intimidated again.
>He considers his answer for a moment, looking between her hand, her smug face, and you.
>"...Well, later in the semester, sure!"
>Rainbow burst into a fit of laughter.
>"I'll hold you to it!"
>"Count me in!" Applejack eagerly chimed in from across the table.
>"Rainbow, Applejack, be nice to Fluttershy's boyfriend." Rarity instructed them, providing you and Anon with some relief.
>"Pfft, we were just messing with him!" Rainbow defended, backing off back into her chair to go back to her lunch.
>You feel Anon's hand brush against your own.
>Almost instinctively, you gently take his hand in yours.
>It's beneath the table, but you enjoy the tenderness of the moment.
>It kind of makes you wish you were more comfortable with PDA.
>"We all really appreciate you covering for Fluttershy at the animal shelter today." Twilight smiled at him.
>Anon gently smiled in return, still holding your hand.
>"It's really no big deal, I learned a lot from her, and I really like working with the animals. Fluttershy's been the best thing to happen to me in a long time." He said.
>Darn you, Anon.
>Now he's got you all flustered and gushy, too.
>As you try to hide your face in his firm yet comforting shoulder, you could sense the temperature change as the hearts of your friends melted around you.
>"You better keep that Prince Charming stuff under control if you wanna hang with us tomorrow." Rainbow muttered.
>"Don't worry, I will!" Anon is quick to respond.

>>40943844
lmao at Rainbow Dash always having to be like this

>>40943844
Nice

>>40944484
>Cards are actually sharp blades

>>40943844
Nice. I was actually just about to ask if it was possible for Anon to get a scene where he hangs out with the girls without Flutters around; I was interested to see how he'd do, seeing as he's a bit shy like she is. It's already kind of happening here though.

Page 8 ain't great

>>40943844
>"Say, you've never been to Sugarcube Corner, have you?" Pinkie interjected.
>Anon shrugged.
>"Nope, never been. I guess I was afraid being in there for too long would give me a cavity." He joked.
>Rarity stifled a giggle at his remark.
>You inch a little closer to him.
>"Well, that just means we're doing our jobs right!" Pinkie beamed.
>"Pinkie's family owns the place." Twilight quickly informed him.
>Anon nodded to himself, with an expression that read "That makes a lot of sense".
>"Anyway, we GOTTA find your super special favorite treat! Everyone has one!" Pinkie continued.
>"I dunno, I mean, I like vanilla milkshakes-" Anon said.
>"No, silly! It can't JUST be a milkshake! There's all sorts of toppings and goodies that make everyone's favorite unique!"
>"Gotcha, I'm starting to feel overwhelmed already." He lightly chuckled.
>"Don't worry, you'll be a natural at it, I'm sure!" Pinkie reassured him.
>She's really leaning towards Anon.
>You're really glad he's getting along with your friends, but he's clearly a little overwhelmed.
>Almost as if on cue, you felt Angel rustle around in your backpack.
>While Anon's talking with Pinkie and Twilight, you carefully reach down and place your backpack in your lap.
>Time to make an introduction.
"H-Hey, Anon..." You softly speak up, trying to not interrupt his conversation.
>"Hm?" He turns to you.
>"What's up, Flutters?"
>You gulp.
"I, uh... wanna introduce you to... someone."
>He raised an eyebrow at you, glancing around the lunch table for anyone you might be referring to.
>"Oooh! Anon's hasn't met Angel yet?" Pinkie excitedly asked.
>"Pinkie, shh!" Twilight quickly.
>"Wait, who's Angel?" Anon asked.
>You take a deep breath and slowly unzip your backpack.
>The moment your backpack is open, Angel's head pops out and looks around.
>The moment he sees Anon, his ears lower and he leers at him.
>"Oh!" Anon says, surprised.
>He lets out an awkward laugh, looking between you and Angel.
>"Act natural, don't let everyone know." Rainbow reminded him in a stern but hushed tone.
>Anon retracted his hand and straightened his back.
>"Right, sorry."
>Angel's head stretches out of your backpack to sniff his hand, and you sigh.
"Sometimes I bring Angel with me to school and the animal shelter. He's my only pet, and I don't want him to get lonely at home..." You say to him.
>Anon's focused on not moving his hand to help Angel feel safe sniffing him, but he looks up at you.
>"Your only pet, huh? The way you are with animals, I thought you'd have a small zoo at home." He gently jokes.
>You smile, but shake your head.
"No, my parents only let me have one pet. Angel's can be a real handful sometimes, though." You giggle.
>Angel turns away from Anon to shoot you a stern look.
>"Angel's kind of a secret of ours, and we trust you to not tell anyone about this." Twilight said to him.
>Anon raised the index, middle, and ring finger with his right arm at a 90 degree angle.
>"Scout's honor." He assured her.

>>40946363
>Twilight looked a little confused by his gesture, but was nonetheless pleased to see him agree.
>Angel either trusted Anon or wanted to inspect him further, as he jumped out of your backpack and onto his lap.
>Anon immediately froze up and looked to you, nonverbally communicating that he doesn't know what do to.
"...I think he likes you!" You reassure him.
>Anon nervously smiles, looking down on Angel.
>The two meet eyes, but it looks more like Angel is trying to stare down Anon.
>Please behave, Angel.
>"Anyway, uh, we've been talking about me a lot, how's everyone else's day going?" Anon asked the table.
>"I've been doing well!" Twilight answered.
>"Super-duper!" Pinkie said.
>"Ah can't complain." Applejack spoke up.
>"Quite well, thank you." Rarity replied.
"Oh, well... you know." You giggle, leaning closer into Anon.
>He gently smiles, leaning into you in return.
>Angel nestles in between you and him.
>Rainbow rolled her eyes shoved some more food in her mouth.
>"...I guess I know how your day's been going." Anon said to her.
>She looked up from her tray and leered at him.
>"What's that supposed to mean?"
>Anon shrunk back a bit, quickly looking to the rest of the table for support.
>"I- I mean, the big game. From what I heard, it's a pretty big deal," He clarified with a nervous tone.
>Rainbow loudly groaned and slumped down.
>"I know it's a big deal, everyone's been telling me."
>"Sorry..." Anon meekly apologized.
>Rainbow shook her head and look back at him.
>"It's alright, I guess I'm just feeling the pressure, is all."
>"Geez, I haven't seen you like this since you split your shorts in the long jump last year." Pinkie remarked with her usual chipper tone.
>A fierce blush immediately appeared on Rainbow's cheeks as she shot Pinkie a dirty look.
>"Tell everyone, why don't you!?" She snapped at her.
>"Sorry, sorry!" Pinkie hastily apologized.
>"So that IS what happened..." Anon muttered to himself.
>"Ya really have nothing to be worried about, Rainbow." Applejack assured her. "From what ah heard, the visitin' team ain't much when it comes to soccer."
>Rainbow rubbed her temple.
>"I know, but... It's the last first game of my career here." She admitted.
>A silence fell among the table, everyone understanding her anxiety.
>"I mean, who knows what'll happen when we're all in college? That's, like, a whole new world."
>You can feel your dread creep in again.
>It's so selfish of you to feel this way, especially now, but you can't help it.
>You squeeze Anon's hand tighter.
>Angel can tell you're getting stressed as Rainbow vents, so he curls up on your lap.
>"The way ah see it, where there's a will, there's a way. As long as ya got a plan to work through, it'll all work out in the end." Applejack advised her.

>>40946533
>"But that's the thing! Soccer's been kind of my whole thing, here! And those colleges are so picky when it comes to who gets a scholarship, I just..." Rainbow rambled.
>You summon the willpower to set your own worries aside and speak up.
"Hey, um... remember what we talked about last night?"
>Rainbow looks up at you.
>"Yeah..."
"Is there anything you can do about the problem right now?"
>Rainbow shakes her head.
>"No..."
"Well, then, what's worrying gonna do?"
>She shrugs.
>"Nothing, I guess."
"Exactly. So maybe you could try... focusing on what's here, right now." You suggest.
>If only following your own advice was that easy.
>"Okay, uh..." Rainbow says, looking around.
>"I see... some birds outside."
"Good! What else do you see here?"
>Rainbow seems to ease up a bit.
>"There's some weird board game being played at that table over there." She notes, pointing to a table farther from you.
>You'd look over and see for yourself, but you've got more pressing matters at hand.
>"The janitor's carting those trash cans out to the dumpster." Rainbow adds.
>Oh yeah, Discord the janitor.
>He's a real character.
>"I also see your dorky boyfriend trying to pet Angel." Rainbow snickers.
>Anon retracts his hand and places it in his lap like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar, making everyone at the table giggle a bit.
>Angel looks a little annoyed that he stopped petting.
"Feeling better?" You ask her.
>Rainbow gently sighs with a smile.
>"...A bit, yeah. Thanks, Flutters."
>You smile, comforted by having been able to help your oldest friend.
>"Oh, goodie!" Pinkie cheers.
>"You really shouldn't hold these kinds of worries inside, darling. You can always come to any of us if you need to talk." Rarity added with a concerned expression.
>"Absolutely! That's what friends are for, after all!" Twilight agreed.
>Anon looks like he wants to say something, but still isn't super comfortable around your friends.
>Maybe it's because this is his first time seeing Rainbow vulnerable like this.
>You squeeze his hand a bit, encouraging him to speak up.
>Anon looks back at you, sees the reassurance in your eyes, and sits up to speak.
>"...Hey, Rainbow?" He says.
>She turns to face him with a quizzical look.
>"I, uh... I might not know you as well as your other friends here, but I feel grateful for having the opportunity to get to know you better. You're a really cool, fun person to be around. I just... I dunno, I want to be able to help you if I can, and I know your friends feel the same. I know you're gonna go on to achieve greatness, and I know everyone here would be willing to help you as much as you need in order to get there."
>Anon's voice starts out kind of shaky and awkward, but then it smooths out as he gets more comfortable.
>"Besides, I can't imagine you'd need much help. The way people talk about your soccer skills, I'd be amazed if you aren't playing in the World Cup as soon as you graduate. You're gonna rule the world someday, I know it."

>>40946763
>Rainbow laughs at the idea, then gives Anon a more genuine smile.
>"...Thanks, dude." She said to him, in a slightly softer voice.
>There's that twinge inside you again.
>Are you...
>...Jealous?
>No, no, no, Anon's just being nice.
>He's just comforting Rainbow, just like you were.
>Anon's very caring, he's just being a good friend.
>And Rainbow would never-
>"Alright, Fluttershy, you picked a good one." Rainbow said to you, chuckling.
>You snap back to reality.
"Oh, yes! I'm very, very lucky to be able to call him my boyfriend. He's such a sweetheart." You answer, leaning close to him.
>"Okay, new rule for tomorrow: either of you start doing that schmultzy stuff, you pay the bill." Rainbow stated, returning to her usual tone of voice.
>This earns a round of laughter from everyone at the table, you and Anon included.
>"Okay, okay, I don't want us to become THAT couple." Anon chuckles.
>"You two are already showing some worrying signs." Rarity added, covering her mouth to hide her polite laughter.
"Haha, yeah..." You trail off, your cheeks feeling warmer.
>The rest of the lunch period goes by rather well.
>Anon's warming up to your friends, and they don't mind him being a part of their conversations.
>Even Angel has warmed up to Anon.
>And yet there's so many emotions stirring within you.
>Your worries about the future aren't exactly the same as Rainbow's, but a lot of them involve Anon.
>You don't know what kind of plans he has for the future.
>He's pretty smart, he could end up going to some fancy college.
>He could end up going to... wherever Twilight is from.
>If you two end up going to different colleges, he could end up with a completely different social scene.
>What if he meets another girl?
>One who's able to spend more time with him than you'd be able to?
>One who isn't so insecure about her friends being nice to him?
>What if he loses interest in you when you're not spending every day together?
>He'll be on his own at the animal shelter today, you hope it all goes well.
>Before you know it, the lunch bell rings.
>Meaning this is the last you'll see of Anon today.
>Everyone at the table says their goodbyes and gives Rainbow one last "good luck" before going their separate ways.
>Anon gets up to leave after saying goodbye to Pinkie, Twilight, and Rarity, but is stopped when he realizes you have his hand in a vice grip.
>"Everything okay, Flutters?" He asks you in that velvety voice of his.
>The kind of tone that makes your knees weak.
"...You sure you're gonna be okay on your own at the animal shelter?"
>He turns to face you and takes your other hand in his.
>"I'm completely sure, I had the best teacher I could ask for. You just focus on cheering on Rainbow at the game." Anon reassures you.
>There's more you want to say, you want to talk about what you're worried about, but time is running out before the next class.
>But you trust Anon.
>After a brief farewell kiss, you finally separate from Anon and hurry to your next class.

>>40944083
Honestly Rainbow Dash is one of my favorite characters to write, she's always fun

>>40944219
Thank you!

>>40945510
There's certainly something like that coming soon!

>>40941016
Thank you! I wanted to make sure Anon becoming friends with all seven of the girls needed to be earned

>>40942735
I hope you'll enjoy reading his green and mine!

>>40940119
Wre ready for more, Grey!

>>40947023
Can’t wait until the next part

>>40946909
Green isn't your color, Fluttershy.
good update

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>inb4 aislop

>>40948283
Don't worry, we don't seethe at ai in this thread.
We seethe at patreon artists instead.

>>40948295
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

>>40948283
This is why ai ends up disappointing me, can't request someone drop the nude version from a patreon that never existed

>>40948496
Depends which artist is being seethed at. Some deserve it, some don't.
>>40948507
Not him but you can just generate your own nude version, right? Or use one of those de-clothing ai apps, the original image is ai anyway.

>>40948295
Based barbiefags.

>>40948507
Hmm... Patreon you say? Might be a good idea...
https://files.catbox.moe/albnb1.jpg

>>40948549
You making a patreon?

>>40946909
--ANONYMOUS--
>As you make your way down the hall to the gymnasium, your mind lingers on how lunch went.
>You're feeling way less awkward around Fluttershy's friends, which is great.
>You really don't want to overstay your welcome with them.
>After all, too many friend groups were ruined by someone bringing their boyfriend or girlfriend with them everywhere.
>But if you were gonna become a more permanent part of their social circle, you'd appreciate it.
>...Probably more than you'd care to admit.
>Tomorrow's your chance to prove yourself to them.
>Tomorrow you get to prove yourself to six of the most popular girls in school that you can be their friend, and not just their friend's boyfriend.
>You'll be in unfamiliar territory, and you'll be outnumbered six to one.
>...Man, you're more stressed about this than you probably should be.
>It's just a casual hangout among friends, it's not like you're on trial.
>They already like you enough already, you survived lunch with them.
>Rainbow seems to be warming up to you, judging by her ribbing.
>And Pinkie, well, she's friends with everyone.
>You were afraid Rarity would be more incisive, but she's a lot more down-to-earth than you thought she would be.
>The way the guys in the locker room talk about her, you'd think she might as well be Aphrodite.
>According to them, asking her out might as well be social suicide.
>But you approached her as a friend, not as a potential boyfriend.
>Twilight and Applejack seem nice as well, but you don't know a ton about them, beyond that Applejack lives at the local farm and Twilight's some kind of exchange student.
>Sunset...
>She's come a long way since last year.
>You've heard whispers that Sunset was arrested after whatever happened at last year's dance and was replaced with her twin sister.
>You should try to get to know her better.
>And the rest of them.
>Once you get to the locker room and change into your workout clothes, that feeling of dread returns from before.
>The same you felt when staring up at your ceiling while laying on your bed thinking about Fluttershy.
>You really don't feel like you deserve to be among them.
>They're all so friendly and outgoing and have tons of hobbies and have done a lot for Canterlot High.
>And then there's you.
>The weird, insecure nerd who spent most of his time alone in his bedroom playing first person shooters from the 90's.
>Your DAD had to tell you to get a life.
>You doubt Rainbow or Rarity had to deal with that.
>Maybe tomorrow is when the veil is lifted and those seven girls see that you're not what they saw you as.
>You'll be walking out of Sugarcube Corner with your tail between your legs and the haze of rejection and failure encompassing you.
>You can't lose what you have.
>You've gotta become the person Fluttershy sees you as.
>Strong, confident, everything a boyfriend should be.
>"Hey Anon, what's taking so long?" You hear Coach Soarin call out to you from just the other side of the locker room door.

>>40949405
"Nothing!" You call out to him, hastily pulling your shirt over your head and heading to the weight room.
>Pipsqueak's waiting for you by the bench, having already put 80 pounds of plates on the bar.
>"'Sup, Anon?" He asked you, raising his hand for a dap.
>You meet him halfway, shoving your anxieties back down.
"Not much, just workin' the grind." You answer in a relaxed tone.
>"Yeah, same here. You gonna be at the game?"
"Actually, no. I'm covering for Fluttershy at the animal shelter so she can support Rainbow Dash."
>Pipsqueak nods understandingly.
>"You think you're gonna make it to any of the games this semester? Rainbow's a force to be reckoned with on the field!"
>You shrug, moving behind the bench press setup.
"We'll see. Fluttershy's real close with Rainbow, I imagine she'll want to go to as many soccer games as possible. Besides, I'm not super into sports."
>Pipsqueak got himself situated on the bench, gripping the bar with all the strength he could muster.
"Ready?"
>He clenches his jaw and nods.
>"Ready!"
>Pipsqueak lifts the bar up off the rack and carefully lowers it down to his chest.
>The poor guy's skin and bones, even this much weight has his arms shaking a bit.
>You stand at the ready with your arms situated at each end in case you need to lift it up off of him.
>That's happened more than once, but Pipsqueak's a real trooper.
>You can't help but admire his determination.
>It takes him longer than most to complete ten reps, and his arms are threatening to give by the time he sets it back on the rack.
"Nice job, man." You congratulate him, setting his plates back on the rack.
>"Heh... ain't nothing to it!" He chokes out, rubbing his arms.
>He goes to get a drink of water and recover enough strength to be an effective spotter.
>While he's out, you place 150 pounds worth of plates on the bar.
>This'll be your warm-up today.
>It'll help you get stronger quicker.
>You lay down on the bench after wiping it down, leaving you with a moment to stir on your earlier worries.
>You glance at your arms.
>No noticeable progress yet.
>But that'll change soon, surely.
>By the time Pipsqueak comes back, you're ready to go.
>"Phew, just going right in today, huh?" Pipsqueak asks you.
"You know it, man." You answer, gripping the bar.
>He shuffles behind you and readies his arms.
>"Ready?"
"Ready."
>Lifting the bar up takes a little more effort than you were prepared for, but it's nothing you can't handle.
>Lowering the bar down to your chest puts you at more risk of dropping it, but you can't let that happen.
>Pain is weakness leaving the body.
>Be strong.
>You lift the bar up.
>And then you lower it.
>Then you lift it again.
>Then you lower it again.
>This process becomes more strenuous with each rep, but you grit your teeth and keep going.
>Pipsqueak starts to look worried.
>But you do it.
>Ten reps completed, you sit up and rub out the soreness in your arms.
>Pipsqueak looks like he wants to say something, but refrains.

>>40949733
>"Hey, Anon!" A voice speaks from behind you.
>You turn around and realize it's Hoops, Score, and Dumb-bell standing behind you and Pipsqueak.
>This isn't gonna end well.
>"You two look pretty tired, you look like you could use a better spotter." Score remarks, a grin on his face.
>"Yeah, you come with me, you guys stay with Anon." Dumb-bell informed Pipsqueak, leaving you with Score and Hoops.
>Pipsqueak wants to protest this change, but is shoved to the other side of the weight room by his new spotter.
>Hoops and Score loom over you, making you stand up to level the playing field.
"What's this about?" You ask the two problem students in an annoyed tone.
>"Word on the street's that you're Fluttercry's boyfriend." Score whispered to you with a shit-eating grin.
>The way he says that awful name makes your stomach turn.
>You feel your body tense up with agitation, but you try to keep this emotion hidden to avoid escalating the situation.
"...So?" You answer.
>Great response, Anon.
>"I get you're desperate for some pussy but you could REALLY do better than her." Score said to you in a faux-advisory tone.
"What? No, it's not like that."
>"Oh, yeah?" Score grinned.
>Hoops is getting closer to you.
"No, I didn't even approach her with the intent of going out. I needed something to do after school, and the animal shelter was looking for volunteers."
>Both of them snicker at your answer.
>"She at least put out yet?" Hoops asked you.
>"As if, she'd probably run off crying if he put a hand on her thigh."
>Your face is getting warmer.
"That's none of your business."
>This earns a round of loud, obnoxious laughter from the two.
>"Hey, this isn't a hang-out class." Coach Soarin said to the three of you.
>"Yes, sir." Hoops responded, in an incredibly fake formal tone.
>Coach Soarin raises an eyebrow at the three of you, but turns back to his clipboard.
>"So, what, you turn her down or something?" Score prodded further.
>"Yeah, like, why put up with all her crybaby shit if you're not gonna get your dick wet?" Hoops added.
>Coach Soarin must have something really enthralling on that clipboard of his to not be hearing them.
"Why do you guys care so much?"
>"We see you putting in all that effort lifting weights and shit, we'd hate to see you go all soft and flabby for Fluttercry." Hoops was quick to answer.
>"I dunno man, if he's not in it for the pussy he might be a lost cause." Score snickered to Hoops like you weren't there.
>You groan and go back to the plates, now that your arms aren't as sore anymore.
"Look, we're wasting class time. I imagine you two aren't far from suspension, so I'd hate to see either of you get in more trouble with Coach Soarin or Vice Principal Luna."
>"Oh, what, you're gonna tell on us?" Score grinned.
>You ignore his question, putting 175 pounds on the bar.
"From what I've seen, you don't need any help getting their attention." You dryly retort.

>>40949919
>"Anon's right, we don't want lover-boy here to miss out on any time spent being Fluttercry's tissue dispenser." Score wryly said to Hoops.
>All you could do was funnel your agitation into the bar.
>The two jerks hovering above you positioned themselves at either end of the bar.
>You don't even wait for them to ask if you're ready, you just hoist the bar up and begin your reps.
>Turns out, you haven't recovered from your earlier session as much as you thought you did.
>Your arms threaten to give out almost immediately.
>Hoops and Score must have noticed this, judging by their smug expression.
>They're keeping their hands on the bar, but just barely.
>You stomach your struggling and keep lifting up and down, albeit very slowly.
>It takes an incredible amount of effort to keep your arms from shaking, or from showing any kind of weakness.
>Hoops and Score are having enough fun watching you struggle, you don't need to give them more material.
>"Y'know, if he's putting up with Fluttercry without even trying to fuck her, you think Nonny here even LIKES girls?" Hoops grinned to Score.
>You feel your blood getting hotter.
>It has to be showing on your face now.
>"Ooh, good point. He HAS been hanging around with her friends, from what I heard." Score added.
>Only two more reps.
>Tune them out.
>Focus on the bar.
>Pain is weakness leaving the body.
>Slowly, arduously, the bar is raised up.
>"Shit, if that's true, it might be too late to help our dear friend Anon." Hissed Score.
>The bar is lowered.
>A little quicker than you wanted it to.
>You stop it from hitting your chest, no thanks to Score or Hoops.
>One last rep, come on.
>You can do this.
>Raise the bar.
>You take a deep breath and summon all your remaining strength to lift it upwards.
>But you don't make much progress.
>Your arms are beginning to shake.
>"Come on, fairy." Hoops muttered to you.
>"Can't you at least PRETEND to be a man?"
>Ignore them.
>Lift the bar.
>Complete the rep.
>You stretch your arms up.
>Your arms shake even more and manage to barely raise it an inch.
>"Ugh, this is just sad." Hoops remarked.
>"Yeah, I'm starting to feel bad him." Score agreed.
>With their assistance, you raise the bar and set it back on the rack.
>You don't say anything as you sit up from the bench and wipe the sweat from your forehead.
>"Why don't you take five, champ?" Hoops mockingly asked you, smacking you on the back with a little too much force.
>"You don't wanna hurt those dainty little wrists of yours, do you?"
>"Or chip a nail."
>You look over to Pipsqueak and Dumb-bell.
>Pipsqueak's getting the same treatment from what you can tell, with Dumb-bell helping him just enough to keep the bar from falling on his chest, but not so much that he isn't struggling.
>Coach Soarin is nowhere to be seen, he must be talking with Coach Spitfire about something.
>Whatever.
>You don't need to get a teacher involved.
>You can fight your own battles.

>>40950072
>You go to get a drink of water from the water fountain.
>Despite how cold the water is that comes out of the spout, it doesn't cool you off at all.
>You're still fuming about what just happened.
>Those assholes had complete power over you.
>They kept prodding you and insulting you and Fluttershy, and kept the bar down on you.
>All you could do was sit there and take it.
>You've never felt so weak before.
>If you were stronger, you could stand up for yourself and Fluttershy.
>A good boyfriend wouldn't let Hoops and Score do what they did.
>Once you come up from the water fountain for air, you notice your hand is shaking a bit.
>On one side you've got Hoops, Score, and Dumb-bell, and on the other hand there's Fluttershy's friends ready to judge you for how worthy you are of dating their friend.
>...You've never felt so weak before.
>Ever since you realized you had feelings for Fluttershy, you've been way more vulnerable.
>It's a feeling you're not used to.
>At least when you just had Norman and your PC games, you were secure.
>But now you're more open to be hurt than you've ever been in your life.
>It's... scary.
>All you have to look forward to today is maintaining an animal shelter by yourself.
>Fluttershy appreciates you covering for her, you're sure of that.
>No, don't be like that.
>You'll have the animals to keep you company.
>They'll appreciate your attention and care.
>If Fluttershy can manage that place by herself, so can you.
>"Hey, Anon..." You hear Pipsqueak's voice behind you.
>You finally release the water fountain's button and turn around to face him.
"Hey, Pipsqueak..."
>There's an awkward silence between you two for a moment.
"...Dumb-bell didn't rough you up too bad, did he?" You ask.
>Pipsqueak shook his head.
>"No, he was just being a jerk." Pipsqueak assured you.
>"...How are you doing?"
>You hesitate from answering, still feeling the sting of their mocking.
"...I'm fine." You bluntly answer.
>Pipsqueak gives you a concerned look.
>"You sure? I could get Coach Soarin involved-"
"Hey, I said I'm fine. Sticks and stones, right?"
>Pipsqueak doesn't look super satisfied with your answer, but decided against pressing the issue further.
"Oh, sorry." You say, stepping out of the way of the water fountain.
>"Thanks." Pipsqueak said, going in for a lengthy drink of water.
>Soon after, Coach Soarin comes out of the gymnasium's office and sees you and Pipsqueak.
>"Looks like you two've been pumping some serious iron, huh?" He remarked with an encouraging grin.
"Yeah." You bluntly respond before Pipsqueak could squeal.
>"Well, not too much class time left, make good use of it." Coach Soarin advised you two before going back into the weight room.
>You two share a look of mutual understanding before going back in.
>You admittedly waste the last bit of class time doing as little work as possible.
>You're still very sore from your earlier session, and you suspect Pipsqueak's dealing with worse pain.

>>40950137
>>You admittedly waste the last bit of class time doing as little work as possible.
Heh, don't we all.
Great update m8

>>40950669
Lol

>>40950669
That pinkie is staring into my soul

>>40951454
>"Love me, Nonny!"

>>40950137
>A mercifully short amount of time later, Coach Soarin calls for everyone to pack it in and get dressed for the last class of the day.
>Hoops, Dumb-bell, and Score walk past you and Pipsqueak to get to the locker room.
>As they walk, Score speaks quietly enough for Coach Soaring to hear, but just loud enough for you to hear:
>"I'd stay away from him in the locker room."
>All you could do was glare at them as they walked out.
>"Come on, let's just go." Pipsqueak advised you.
>You didn't respond, you just got up and walked out.
>You don't waste any time getting dressed.
>Dumb-bell shoves past you as you leave.
>You don't even bother paying attention in Chemistry class.
>The teacher's words go in one ear and out the other.
>Balancing chemical equations might as well be an alien language.
>And you'll find the homework answers online anyway.
>All you're capable of doing right now is keep stewing on what happened.
>You're sure your lab partner can tell something is up with you, but she doesn't prod.
>Those assholes walked all over you.
>And you let them.
>They had fun humiliating you in there.
>Reminding you of how weak you are.
>A real man would've been able to stand up to a schoolyard bully.
>And so would a good boyfriend.
>Come to think of it, a part of you is kind of glad you'll be alone at the animal shelter.
>You don't want Fluttershy to see you like this.
>You'll rest up this weekend, and next week you're pushing yourself even further.
>The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
>For now.
>Big Mac's built like a brick shithouse, you've gotta be capable of getting there.
>If only you started sooner.
>You're snapped out of your storm of emotions by the sound of the last bell of the day.
>Everyone else is just as eager to get out of here as you are, judging by how they fly out of their chairs to the door.
>The teacher's barely capable of making the weekend homework assignment heard before the mass of students pushes its way out of the classroom.
>You stuff your folder back into your backpack and leave the classroom.
>In the hallway, you notice everyone else is moving in the opposite direction to you.
>First soccer game of the season has some serious hype behind it.
>Some students even have the school colors painted on their face.
>Electricity is in the air.
>And Rainbow Dash is the lightning rod.
>Meanwhile, you're a rubber glove.
>Right now there's only one thing you're worried about.
>Doing a good job at the animal shelter for Fluttershy.
>You wait by the classroom door for the crowd to die down before you attempt swimming upstream.
>This takes a little longer than you thought it would.
>There's a lot more students at this school than you thought.
>But before too long, you're able to walk down the hall without running into the entire student body.
>...It's a little lonely.

>>40952610
>You have to admit, it's a strange feeling to walk out the front doors of Canterlot High and not see Fluttershy waiting by the statue.
>Even though it's only been almost two weeks since you started volunteer, Fluttershy waiting for you is something you got used to.
>Looking around, you don't see anyone else in front of the school or even on the street.
>All you see is downtown Canterlot in the distance and the sun beginning to set.
>But behind you, you can hear the students of both Canterlot High and Arlen High building the hype before the game starts.
>You don't envy Rainbow and her teammates.
>You doubt those Arlen kids came all the way here from Texas to lose.
>...But your job isn't to worry about team morale.
>Those dogs aren't gonna wash their own kennels.
>At least your anger's somewhat subsided.
>You turn back to the school.
"Knock 'em dead, Rainbow." You quietly wish her luck.
>With a sigh, you begin trudging your way down to Paws 2 Paws.
>It's...
>...Peaceful.
>You spend so much time at home in your bedroom, you never really appreciated Canterlot.
>But this town has a lot of charm to it.
>Lots of mom and pop business lining main street.
>People are generally friendly.
>...If only you realized it sooner.
>A pang hits your chest as you realize how little time you have left, slowing your walking speed a bit.
>This is your last year here.
>After this, it's college and then the real world.
>You could've spent your high school or even your middle school years getting to know people more.
>Spreading your wings.
>...You could've met Fluttershy earlier.
>The walk to the animal shelter is way lonelier without Fluttershy here to make conversation or lightly flirt with.
>...Man.
>You're a loser.
>Dad was right.
>You wasted your youth.
>You keep walking to the animal shelter, but with your head hanging low.
>Now you're really glad Fluttershy isn't here to see you like this.
>Your hand keeps grazing over your right pocket, where you're keeping your phone.
>You keep hoping for a buzz or some kind of notification.
>Fluttershy might want to ask you one last time if you're okay to run things by yourself.
>Norman might send you some stupid meme.
>Even Flash might have something to say.
>But you keep walking, and your phone remains silent.
>Each time you reach for your phone, it's another sting of loneliness.

>>40952686
>After an arduously long walk, you finally arrive at Paws 2 Paws.
>You walk through the front doors of the animal shelter and see Grace sitting behind the front desk as usual.
"Hey, Grace." You greet her, trying to hide the glumness in your tone.
>"Hey, Anon." She smiled at you, then raised an eyebrow when she saw you were alone.
>"Fluttershy couldn't make it today?"
"She's cheering on her friend at the soccer game today. I promised I'd cover for her."
>"Well, that was very nice of you." She smiled.
>You shrug.
"Eh, I'm just being a good friend." You reply with a humble smile.
>"Sure, but those can be in real short order these days."
>You nod in agreement.
"Well, I'll be in the back. Holler if you need me."
>"Can do!" She beamed, turning back to her decade-old PC.
>With a final nod her way, you push your way through the doors.
>It's a sort of eerie feeling, being here by yourself.
>Yesterday you had Fluttershy give you a practice run, but you always knew she was hiding just behind the door.
>But now, you're really alone here.
>Just you and the dogs.
>No time to sulk, time to get to work.
>You unlatch each cage and let all the dogs out to run free in the backyard.
>You can tell they're all wondering where Fluttershy is.
>They're a little more apprehensive today.
>Dixie especially is more hesitant about getting close to you.
>As if you needed another reminder that you're here on your own.
>But you let them all out to the backyard so they can get their exercise.
>Of course, Dixie's the last one to get out.
>Once you're alone in the dog kennel room, you set your jacket aside and grab the cleaning equipment.
>Time to get to work.
>With your trust pair of gloves and the dynamic duo Disinfectant and Rag, you make short work of all the gross stuff remaining in each kennel.
>Drool, hair, and other lovely substances.
>Not enough to make your stomach turn, though.
>You've got an iron stomach and an iron will.
>After about half an hour, the kennels are as good as new.
>It takes you a bit longer than it usually does, thanks to how sore your arms are.
>But you aren't gonna complain about that.
>...You need to get some air.

>>40952792
>You glance around the dog kennels one last time to make sure they're all as clean as can be.
>You can't leave anything in a bad state for Fluttershy to discover on Tuesday.
>But yes, you did a good job cleaning.
>You grab your jacket and your backpack and step outside to where the dogs are running around and getting exercise.
>The brisk fall wind is rusting through the grass and trees just beyond the old metal fence.
>You set your backpack aside and just sit with your back to the animal shelter building.
>You watch the dogs run around and play with each other.
>They're so content with what they have.
>Even though their days are spent in those cramped kennels, without a home to call their own.
>But they have each other.
>They're a family.
>The sun sinks lower in the sky.
>It's completely silent beyond the animal shelter.
>To think that just on the other side of town, there's a high-stakes soccer game being played...
>A game that everyone except you is attending.
>...
>...Should you text Fluttershy?
>Just to make sure everything's going well.
>Or to ask how the game's going.
>Well, the game probably just started.
>There probably haven't been any scores made yet.
>Is your chest feeling tighter?
>You glance around at the dogs.
>Some of them are starting to get tired out.
>You can't focus on your homework.
>You've got all weekend to do that, anyway.
>Or most of your weekend.
>You don't know how long you'll be with Fluttershy's friends tomorrow.
>You notice your palms are getting sweatier.
>You check the time.
>3:47.
>Fluttershy lets them run around until 4.
>God, you're so restless.
>Your palms are getting sweatier.
>Is this really because Fluttershy isn't here with you.
>You're stronger than that.
>You need to be.
>Some of the dogs are getting tired.
>They're laying down at various spots across the field.
>Dixie's resting in a spot with sunshine peeking through the clouds.
>Your hand grazes your phone again.
>...Should you text her?
>What would she think?
>...She's fine.
>You're fine.

>>40952848
>4:00 PM finally arrives.
>Who let the dogs in?
>You did, that's who.
"Alright, everybody in!" You call out to the herd of dogs strewn throughout the field.
>A handful of them comply and slowly make their way back inside, but there's more than a few stragglers.
>Some of them are content lying on the grass.
>You imagine you would be too, if your only other option was a kennel.
"Come on, you all gotta go back in, it's gonna get cold out." You try to convince them, ushering them back towards the building.
>No response.
>You don't have that amazing ability to talk to animals that Fluttershy seems to have.
>Maybe someday.
"Alright, come on." You groan as you hoist up one of the Great Danes to get it going.
>It takes a bit longer than you'd like, but eventually all the dogs are back inside.
>Dixie, of course, takes the longest.
>You have to chase her around for a little bit.
>The sun threatens to touch the horizon, giving you an idea of how little sunlight is left.
>After you chase Dixie into a corner, you stare her down for a bit.
>You can tell she's threatening to make another break for it if you try to lunge.
>Time to shift tactics.
>You kneel down and open your arms.
"Look, you don't like me, and I don't like you. But I made a promise to Fluttershy that I would take care of you. You care about her, right?"
>Dixie seems to lower her guard a bit.
"Well, I do. I care about her a lot. And deep down... I care about you."
>You sigh at how ridiculous this is.
"I get you were dealt a shit hand from life, but I really want to make sure you're doing the best you can. It's safe inside, you've got food and warmth and stuff in there."
>Strangely, Dixie seems to be understanding you.
"One day you're gonna have a home of your own, and I want to make sure your future owners get to enjoy all the companionship you can provide."
"So... Please."
>You stand back to give Dixie a little space.
"...Do you wanna go inside?"
>Dixie sits back, eyeing you carefully.
>You can't fully discern what she's feeling.
>It starts to get a little chilly.
>This is ridiculous.
>And yet, miraculously, Dixie comes to you.
>She walks up to you, allowing you to scoop her into your arms.
>You feel your heart warm at her expression of trust towards you.
"That's the spirit. Come on, I got your kennel nice and clean for you."
>You carefully carry Dixie back inside the building and lock the door behind you.
>After you carefully set Dixie back in her kennel, you let out a satisfied sigh at your work.
"Good girl." You say to her appreciatively.

>>40953064
>Next up, the cats.
>After checking that each kennel was secured and each food and water bowl was filled up, you move from the dog house to the pussy parlor.
>You can't ever let Fluttershy know about that nickname.
>The cats are thankfully less active, so getting all of them from their kennels to the play room isn't much work at all.
>Closing the door behind the cats once they're all in the play room, you take a look at the work ahead of you.
>The cats are, however, somehow more disgusting than the dogs.
>They get hair EVERYWHERE.
>On the floor.
>On the table and cabinets.
>All over the kennels.
>You look up, and somehow there's cat hair in the ceiling.
>Well, you're gonna go above and beyond.
>Once again setting your jacket and backpack aside, you get to work cleaning out the kennels and clearing out all the cat hair.
>The dynamic duo Sanitizing Spray and Cleaning Wipes make a shocking return, swooping in to free this animal shelter from uncleanliness.
>There's more than a few hairballs in the kennels, each less fun to deal with than the last.
>But the mechanical process of wiping down the kennels gives you little to distract from how quiet it is in here.
>...
>...SHOULD you text Fluttershy?
>The moment the question re-enters your mind, the more uneasy you become.
>Since when did you become so needy?
>You really hate this new feeling.
>You got by perfectly fine for those years without needing anyone by your side constantly.
>...
>...One text shouldn't hurt.
>It's fine to check in, anyway.
>She's probably wondering how you're doing.
>You pull out your phone and send a quick text message to Fluttershy.
[How's the game going?]
>There you go, now all you need to do is wait.
>And clean, obviously.
>So you return to wiping down the kennels and cleaning out the various sickly substances.
>...
>...Man, waiting sucks.
>Every couple minutes you glance down at your phone.
>But there's never a response when you check.
>And each time you see this, you feel more uneasy.
>Is everything okay, over there?
>It has to be.
>It's just a soccer game.
>She's with her friends.
>Focus on your work, Anon.
>Everything's fine.

>>40953167
>Looking in the play room, you see the cats are pretty much done playing around.
>They're all just lounging around, sleeping on the various platforms and stuff.
"Okay, time's up, time for you all to go back to your regular beds." You inform the cats as you open the door for them.
>Some of the cats perk up and quickly return to the kennel room.
>Others are intent on continuing to sleep on the play equipment.
"Come on, you can sleep in your own beds." You persuade the cats, gently pushing them towards the kennel room.
>They give you a very annoyed look in return, but relent and gracefully hop down and move to the other room.
>Now it's time to herd the cats.
>...Has Fluttershy texted back yet?
>You quickly check your phone.
>...No.
>...
>...Should you text again?
>Maybe if you play it natural, you could just send another quick, casual message.
>But should you?
>...You'll think about it.
>The cats help you get them all back into their proper kennel with how they all seemed to know which one was theirs.
>The cats are making a good argument for being smarter than dogs.
>Although the dogs might have more heart.
>Maybe this is a debate to have with Fluttershy.
>She'd probably avoid taking any strong stances on the matter.
>...Come to think of it, none of the cats really came up to you today.
>Maybe they knew something was different with their usual caretaker being gone.
>They could smell her absence.
>...
>...You check your phone again.
>No response.
>Maybe you should text her again.
>Just a quick, casual message.
>But what?
>You stare at the message app, contemplating what to say.
>You have to put a lot of effort into trying to look like you're not putting in any effort.
>...
[How's Rainbow doing?]
>That'll work.
>You hit send and wait for the message to be delivered before you stick your phone back in your pocket.
>Now you wait.
>...
>...Waiting still sucks.

>>40953236
>Third and final stop: the fun-sized animals.
>Though, in your opinion, ALL the animals at this animal shelter are fun-sized.
>At least you don't have to let the mice out, just carefully add more food and water.
>The little mice give you space to let you work, but you can tell they're a little more nervous than they were yesterday.
>You can tell they're moving around their multi-colored maze of tubes with less enthusiasm compared to before.
>Man, everyone here misses Fluttershy.
>You just don't have the magic touch she does.
>...
>...
>...Why do you miss her so much?
>It's only for today, and you're seeing her tomorrow.
>And yet...
>This place seems incomplete without her.
>Her soft voice, her gentle touch.
>God, when did you become so sappy?
>Your anxiety's getting worse.
>You don't even know why you're so worried.
>...Yes, you do.
>You're afraid that time spent apart will add up to her losing interest in you.
>To provide a supporting argument to this dread, you remember all the times one of your friends gradually stopped talking to you in middle school and your earlier years in high school.
>But Fluttershy wouldn't do that.
>...You hope, at least.
>You really, really hope.
>Once the mice are all fed, you toss the empty bottle of alkaline water in the recycle bin and replace the mouse food with the rabbit food.
>Fluttershy's favorites.
>...
>You check your phone again.
>No response.
>You firmly place your phone face-down on the counter and turn your attention to the rabbits.
>You go through the same process feeding them that you memorized from your past days here.
>Each rabbit gets their food bowl filled with the highest quality food and the most alkaline of water.
>Water shouldn't be acidic, anyway.
>Very unhealthy.
>With each rabbit fed, you gently offer your hand for them to sniff and possibly nuzzle.
>But you don't receive much reciprocation.
>Guess they're just extra tired today.
>...Or they miss Fluttershy.
>...
>You pick up your phone and send her a quick text.
[All done here!]
>There, she'll like to hear that.
>You check over everything in the room.
>All the animals are fed, and you even took the time to wipe down the counters and other such surfaces.
>Your gaze turns to the door she burst out of yesterday.
>You can't ignore the secret wish from within you that she would surprise you with a similar stunt today.
>But there was nothing today.
>Just you and the quiet noises of the critters minding their own business.
"Well... See you all later." You bid farewell to the small critters.
>You grab your jacket and backpack and make your way back out to the reception area.
>"Done for the day?" Grace asked you, looking up from her computer.
"Yeah, just about." You answer, trying to sound less lonely.
>"Well, that's super! Have a nice weekend!"
>You offer her a weak smile and nod.
"Yeah, you have a nice weekend, too."
>You sling your backpack over your shoulder and exit the animal shelter.
>By yourself.

>>40953277
Fluttershy has something special Anon needs

>>40951847
Nice

>>40953277
The animals missing Fluttershy at the same time was a nice touch. Good update m8

>>40945986
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>>40954706
Damn, nice. Still pretty easy to tell it's AI but not bad at all.

>>40953277
>Canterlot is so much darker today.
>That's a side effect of the winter season approaching.
>The street lights lining the road offer you some guidance back home, without them it would be close to pitch black outside.
>The pavement beneath you is as familiar as it always is, now with some leaves idly scattered across the sidewalk and road.
>The breeze passing through the road is much colder than it was earlier, biting at the exposed skin on your face and neck.
>Stuffing your hands into your jacket pocket only does so much to warm you up.
>You ultimately decide against putting some music on to make your walk home more entertaining, you're kind of not in the mood right now.
>The only sounds outside of your own footsteps are that of the fall breeze and some small animals in the trees and grass.
>...
>The game has to be over by now, right?
>You try to look in the general direction of Canterlot High to see if you can spot any large sources of light or anything indicating activity.
>The silhouette of Canterlot High is just barely visible in the distance, but outside the lingering light the sun left behind as it clock out at the end of its shift, there was nothing else in that direction.
>You check your phone again.
>No new notifications.
>Every time you see that, it stings even more.
>You've texted her three times already.
>Could she have missed all three?
>Maybe it was a really intense game.
>...Maybe something happened.
>No, stop it, Anon.
>Don't think like that.
>It's all fine.
>You're fine.
>Fluttershy's fine.
>Everything's fine.
>...
>...
>...If only you could believe that.
>That seed of worry that was planted within you is growing.
>It's spreading its branches all throughout your stomach.
>It's reaching your arms and your legs.
>Your legs feel weaker and your feet are a little sweaty.
>Your arms are still feeling very sore.
>You stop walking, lean on a street light, and take a deep breath.
>Anon, you need to stop worrying so much.
>Worrying isn't attractive.
>Good, strong boyfriends don't spiral into panic if their girlfriend goes a couple hours without responding.
>She has a life outside of you.
>She's got friends and hobbies and stuff.
>...You don't.
>Norman and Flash have friends of their own outside of you.
>Friends they hang out with more, both in and out of school.
>You slide down to the ground, sinking into your emotions.
>A very small part of you wishes you never crept out of your comfort zone in your room.
>You were happier then.
>Back then you weren't so aware of your flaws.
>As wonderful as Fluttershy is, dating her put your shortcomings as a person in the spotlight.
>You're a part of Fluttershy's world.
>...But Fluttershy is your world.

>>40955363
>The gets darker, reminding you that you need to get home soon.
>You don't like the cold, anyway.
>You stand up and keep walking down the sidewalk.
>Home isn't too far from here.
>Walking the path back to your house is almost muscle memory at this point.
>A walk like this should be peaceful, but the worry weed is still inside you, intertwining its stalk and branches along your bones, nerves, and blood vessels.
>Your stuff your hands into the pockets of your jeans.
>By now you're focused almost entirely on being right there when Fluttershy texts back.
>Just so you can know she's alright.
>Everything will be alright.
>Your anxiety has you walking on autopilot across your front lawn and through your front door.
>The lights in the living room are off, but the TV is playing some movie from the 70's.
>You're too tired and anxious to stay and try to decipher which one it is.
>On the couch in front of the TV is your mom and dad, who turn to face you after you walk in.
>"Hey, welcome back." Your dad greets you with a hint of tiredness in his voice.
"Hey, dad. Hey, mom." You greet the two in return.
>"How's the animal shelter?" Your mom asks you.
>You shrug, trying to avoid visibly conveying the emotions that have been swirling within you and growing for the past couple hours like a thunderstorm.
"Same as ever. Not much changes there."
>"That's too bad, it would be nice if all those animals found a home." Your mom remarks.
>You think on that for a moment.
>It might be a little late for a pet in your household.
>You'll have to dorm for college soon, and you'll be expected to move out soon after.
"...Yeah, that would be nice." You eventually answer.
>"Say, I heard there was some big soccer game at Canterlot High today, you manage to catch any of that?" Your dad asks you.
>You shake your head.
"Volunteer work at the animal shelter means certain responsibilities, and those responsibilities can get in the way of stuff like that."
>Your dad grins at your answer.
>"That's the work ethic I want to see! Look at you, becoming a stand-up citizen!" He says to you with pride in his voice.
>"Your dad and I are very proud of you for the work you've put in at the animal shelter." You mom happily adds.
>You have to admit, their words do lift your spirits more than a little bit.
"...Thank you, that means a lot." You say to them with a soft smile.
>"There's some dinner for you on the counter, you can just heat it up." Your mom offers.
>After a moment of contemplating the dinner, you shake your head.
>Strangely, you don't feel very hungry.
"...No thanks, maybe tomorrow."
>"Well, don't go hungry, now." Your mom advises you.
>Your dad's already turned back to the movie with his arm around your mom's shoulder.
>Seeing that adds another twist to the branch growing inside you.
"I won't, don't worry." You reply, making your way up the stairs.

tangentially related
this video is now exactly ten years old: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iEO6RG7gAM

>>40955424
>But before you vanish back into your room for the night, you remember your plans for tomorrow.
"Oh, by the way, I'll be hanging out with some friends in town tomorrow in the afternoon." You call out to your parents from up the stairs.
>"Sounds good!" Your mom replies from the living room.
>You take a few more steps up the stairs before you're stopped again.
>"You okay, Anon?" Your dad asks you.
>You stop walking and turn to face the living room.
>The weed's tendrils coil even tighter.
"...Yeah, why?" You lie.
>"You just... seem a little off."
"No, no, I'm just tired, is all." You excuse yourself.
>"Well then, get some sleep."
"I'll be sure to. Goodnight."
>You hear your parents say goodnight in return before you escape into your room and seal the door behind you.
>The computer that's stolen many of your leisure hours doesn't even appear in your peripheral vision.
>You flop down onto your bed and check your phone for the fiftieth time in the past hour.
>No response.
>You sigh.
>The atmosphere feels heavier.
>It's pushing you down into your mattress.
>You're real worried.
>There's no escaping this feeling.
>You're texting Fluttershy again.
>You're losing the ability to care about looking desperate or insecure.
>As long as she's alright.
[How's it going?]
>You toss your phone onto your nightstand and stare up at the ceiling.
>What time is it?
>The clock on your nightstand says 8:21 PM.
>It feels way later.
>All you can do is stare up at the ceiling and let your head get clouded with worry.
>She's usually not like this.
>She's never taken this long to respond.
>Maybe something happened.
>Merely letting this thought into your head creates a hole in the dam, allowing a torrent of dreadful thoughts to cloud your consciousness.
>It's almost too much.
>The room gets darker around you.
>You hear the blood flowing through your ears.
>You're more aware of you blink and breathe.
>But then your phone buzzes.
>You snap upright and your hand flies to your phone.
>One new text notification.
>From Fluttershy.

>>40955493
I don't like the idea of YouTube videos uploaded when I was in middle school becoming a decade old

>>40955551
>You don't waste any time opening the messages app and reading her response.
>[Hey Anon!]
>[We're doing rly good!]
>[Rainbow won!!]
>You sink back into your bed, feeling the tendrils of the dread plant inside you release your innards from its python-like grip and wither away.
>She's okay.
>It's all okay.
>New messages from her come in.
>[I'm rly rly sorry I didn't respond sooner!!]
>[The game was so intense and the girls and I went over to Rainbow's house to celebrate for a bit after]
>She was just busy.
>You should have known.
>There was no reason to get so worried.
>Occam's razor should have been keeping you straight.
>Each exhale releases more and more tension from your body.
>[I'm rly glad to hear everything at the animal shelter went well!!]
>[I'm proud of u!]
>God, you feel humiliated.
>Even though nobody was around to see your shame.
>How could you let yourself get so twisted up like this?
>Of course nothing major would happen.
>It was always gonna be way more likely that she just got busy with her friends than if something horrible happened.
>Your arms fall to your side and you go back to staring up at the ceiling.
>You seriously doubt Flash was like this when he first started dating Twilight.
>He's got it all figured out.
>Norman's all laid back and go-with-the-flow, you couldn't imagine him getting worked up like this.
>God, you're such a loser.
>Hoops and Score were right.
>You're weak.
>Your arms feel even more sore as that revelation sinks in.
>Your phone buzzes in your hand again.
>It's a text from Fluttershy.
>[Anon?]
>Shit, you haven't responded to her yet.
[Sorry! I was in the shower!] You lie.
>She doesn't need to know about your emotional turmoil.
[That's awesome! I knew Rainbow had it in her!] You reply regarding the soccer game.
[But I bet it was ur cheering that made the difference]
>Fluttershy texts back soon after.
>[LOL maybe]
>You can see her typing for a few moments before she follows up.
>[Thank you for covering for me at the animal shelter today]
>[It really means a lot]
>You smile, feeling a tear slide down your cheek.
[Of course, Flutters]
[I'm always here for you, no matter what]
>Her response is an emoji with hearts floating around it.
>It really warms your wounded little heart.
[I should be getting to bed soon, see you at SCC tomorrow!]
>[See you then!]
>[Gn!]
[Gn!]
>With that final text sent, you let yourself drift off into the comforting embrace of sleep.

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>>40955648
Fluttershy is just too freaking cute and she just can't help it
No one can disprove this

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>>40956396
Cute And Sexy
made for snugglefucking

>>40955424
>The gets darker, remind you that you need to get home soon.
You left out 'sky' here.
>>40955648
Flutters is such a sweetheart

Bump

>>40956396
Very true!

>>40957398
>You left out 'sky' here.
Yeah, noticed that right after hitting submit. It's fixed in the ponepaste

>>40957370
The truth

>>40955648
>You wake up the next day to the sun streaming through your window and the birds chirping outside.
>Ah, Saturdays.
>Proof that God loves us.
>An entire day where you're not expected to go to school or work.
>For now, at least.
>College stuff can wait, though.
>Today you've got a hot date with Fluttershy.
>But this bicycle has eight wheels on it, each one belonging to another one of her friends.
>Hopefully they'll be your friends as well.
>But... they're all so different from you.
>You don't know how Fluttershy does it, from a surface level she has nothing in common with them.
>They only rarely are able to help out at Paws 2 Paws, and she doesn't have a lot of time outside of that to do with their hobbies.
>Then again, they've known each other since Freshman year.
>Except for Sunset.
>You don't know any specifics, but apparently they've been through some serious stuff together.
>The Fall Formal, the battle of the bands, the Friendship Games, Camp Everfree...
>It's as Toa Jaller once said.
>"Danger is the anvil on which trust is forged."
>Maybe you'll end up in one of those allegedly crazy situations that seem to crop up all the time.
>Hopefully not.
>The less dangerous things happen, the better.
>You turn over in your bed and check the time.
>9:51 AM.
>You better get yourself decent for Sugarcube Corner.
>First on the agenda after crawling out of bed: bathing.
>That doesn't take too long, you rinse yourself off, apply body soap, shampoo, and conditioner while the water is still hot.
>Flash managed to convince you to spend a little extra to get shampoo and conditioner separately, as opposed to the 2-in-1 or even 3-in-1 bottle.
>A shame, having less stuff like that to worry about made your mornings/evenings go by so much quicker.
>...But you can't argue with the results.
>Maybe that was the secret ingredient to getting Fluttershy into you.
>If that's the case, you can't ever let Flash know that.
>He'd never let you hear the end of it.
>You bathe yourself with more vigor than usual.
>You've got seven girls you need to impress today.
>Seven times the usual amount of girls in your life.
>You end up spending half an hour in the shower, but it's all worth it by the end.
>Back in your room, you're facing off against the next item on your to-do list: find something to wear.
>...This ends up being a little more difficult than you expect it to be.
>Your usual go-to getup for school was a pair of jeans and the first t-shirt your hand reaches for.
>And that's pretty much all you've got in your dresser.
>But you're in unfamiliar territory today.
>Sugarcube Corner's a pretty casual place from what you heard, but you've gotta dress to impress.
>The situation gets intense enough for you to result to checking your closet.
>There's some promising stuff in here, like a decent long-sleeve shirt and black jeans.
>It might contrast against how colorful everyone else will be, but it's a step up.

>>40959437
>While you're figuring out what to wear, you hear your phone buzz on your nightstand.
>You check it and see a new text from Fluttershy.
>[Gm!]
>You gently smile seeing her greeting.
[Gm!] You're quick to reply.
>[Did u sleep well?]
[Sure did lol]
[Those dogs rly tired me out]
>[They sure can be a handful!]
>[U ready for SCC today?]
>You look down and see you're still figuring out what to cover your top half with.
[Almost, gotta find a shirt to wear]
>You watch as Fluttershy types for several moments.
>Eventually she responds.
>[Good idea lol]
>You laugh to yourself, imagining what kind of first and second draft that text had.
>You look over at the closet again.
>At least it's easy to figure out what to wear when it comes to socks and underwear.
>There's a button-down shirt you haven't worn in a while that matches your black jeans well enough.
>Trying it on, it's a little tight, but it's functional.
>Just after you're done getting dressed, Fluttershy sends you another text message.
>[Wanna walk to SCC together?]
[Ofc! Meet at the same spot at 10:45?]
>[Yay! See u then!]
[See u soon!]
>Now that you're all dressed, you take a moment to check out your appearance in the mirror.
>You clean up nice, Anon.
>The colors of your jeans and shirt match nicely.
>Maybe you should put more effort into your appearance.
>You imagine it can't be easy for Flash to keep his hair looking like that.
>And you're sure Fluttershy and her friends would appreciate it.
>You'll think on it.
>Hey, you've got just enough time for a quick breakfast.
>You grab your phone and zip downstairs to the kitchen.
>Better not fill yourself up, you can't imagine you'll be eating light at Sugarcube Corner.
>You better balance out the industrial amount of sugar in your future with some healthy eating.
>An apple, an orange, and two bananas should be enough to do the trick.
>"Heading out already?" Your mom asks you from the dining room table, with a cup of coffee in one hand and her phone with the news app open in the other.
"Yeah, the sooner, the better, right?" You answer after swallowing a mouthful of orange slices.
>"You think you'll be back for dinner?"
"I'm sure I will be, this is only a hangout for lunch."
>"That's good."
>A moment passes as you eat more of your breakfast and your mom takes another sip of her coffee.

>>40959642
>"Your dad said something about you're seeing a girl now?"
>You almost choke on the chunk of apple in your mouth.
"Yeah, well, uh, right now we're just friends, is all."
>You decide against telling your mom you're dating now.
>That's a matter best left for when you're not kind pressed for time.
>Your mom nods understandingly, much to your relief.
>"Is it the girl you had over for studying last week?"
>You awkwardly nod.
"Yeah, her name's Fluttershy."
>"She seems nice, you should have her over more often."
>You gently chuckle.
"Yeah, well, we'll see."
>Silence returns to the kitchen area as both of you return to what you were doing.
>Before too long, you're done with your breakfast and head to grab your jacket off the coatrack.
>...But then you hesitate.
>It isn't SUPER chilly today, and you're wearing a longsleeve.
>Your fingers rest on the fabric of the varsity jacket Antonymous gave you so many years ago.
>It's carried you through all your middle school and high school years.
>...
>You draw your hand back and leave your varsity jacket on the coatrack.
>You don't need it today.
"See you later!" You call out to your mom as you head out the door.
>"See you later!" Your mom called back to you before you closed the door behind you.
>Standing outside, you get a better sense of the weather today.
>It's definitely cooling off as winter approaches, but the lack of a breeze and clouds in the sky make it warmer than it otherwise would be.
>...It's definitely been a long time since you left the house before noon on a Saturday of your own accord.
>Canterlot's definitely less lively than it is during the week.
>There's a couple people out doing yardwork like trimming hedges or mowing the lawn with a push mower, but it looks like everyone else is still their homes.
>A couple kids ride past your house on their bikes.
>It's nice to see the youth of today are still out there getting their exercise.
>There's all this neat stuff you're just now seeing in town, now that you've left your shell.
>...
>...The emotions you dealt with last night come back to haunt you.
>That really was pathetic, what you went through.
>There was no reason to be so anxious about what was happening at the game.
>Of course it was all okay.
>At least you think you did a decent job hiding your worries when you texted her.
>You can't let Fluttershy or anyone else know about that.
>Insecurity is super unattractive in a guy, you're socially competent enough to know that.
>What you need to do is get stronger.
>That's what matters most.

>>40959779
>Now's not the time to mope about your flaws, you've gotta meet Fluttershy soon.
>It doesn't take long to get to the intersection of Striker and Drake, Canterlot isn't a very big town.
>You're a couple minutes ahead of schedule, so you idly scroll through the latest news on your phone.
>Updates on some movies and games you're looking forward to.
>Some internet celebrity drama you couldn't be paid to care about.
>A photo of Jupiter from NASA's getting a bunch of attention.
>None of it is super exciting, and yet you keep scrolling.
>It kills the time well enough, and it keeps you from worrying too much about...
>...Various things.
>Gotta love that brain rot.
>Thinking is such a burden, anyway.
>But before you could engage in some thoughtful, in-depth discussion with like-minded individuals regarding the quality of a highly anticipated remake of a horror game from 20 years ago, your eyes are covered by an unseen assailant.
>The hands covering your eyes are far too gentle to pose any kind of threat, so you immediately know who's behind this.
>...This, being you.
>"Guess who!" A familiar voice giggled mischeviously.
>Playing along, you let your lip quiver a bit.
"...God?"
>A fit of laughter escapes her lips as she smacks your shoulder.
>But with her strength, it more closely resembles a tap on the shoulder you'd use to get someone's attention.
>"No, silly!" Fluttershy corrects you, uncovering your eyes and hopping in front of you.
>You feign surprise upon seeing your girlfriend reveal herself.
"Oh, hey, Flutters! How long have you been here?"
>"I followed you all the way from your house." She answers with a cheeky grin.
>She doesn't have the chops to deliver the joke believably, but she's being adorable, so you allow it.
>You widen your eyes in fake shock.
"Uh... How much did you see?"
>"Oh, I saw a lot~" Fluttershy teases you, her hands behind her back.
>You cross your arms and frown at her, playing along.
"Well, now I know to keep my bedroom windows shuttered..."
>Fluttershy giggles at your joke, which makes you gently laugh in return.
>"Dressing to impress, huh?" Fluttershy remarks.
>You smile and shrug.
"It's the first time in..."
>You stop to think about how long it's been since you socialized like this.
"...Doesn't matter, I just wanted to be my most decent for the hangout today."
>Fluttershy giggles at your answer.
>Her laughter is music to your ears.
>You don't know enough about music to compare her to a specific musician, but she's way better for you than any of them.
>"You're overthinking this, Anon. It's just hanging out together, nothing you should be worrying about like this."
>You wave off her reply.
"I'm not worried!"
>Fluttershy raises an eyebrow at you.
>Then she leans closer to you.
>...She's getting through to you.
"Okay, fine, maybe I was... a little worried. But only a tiny bit!"
>She steps back and takes on a more concerned demeanor.
>"Anon, my friends already like you. You really don't need to impress them."

>>40959925
"I know, I know, I just... it's new to me, is all."
>Fluttershy gives you a gentle smile and rubs your cheek reassuringly.
>"Believe me, I know. I used to be the same way. But the girls, Rainbow, Rarity, Twilight, Applejack, Pinkie, even Sunset, they're all really nice and helpful. Just focus on being the "you" that wanted to volunteer at Paws 2 Paws."
>Something like that's a bit easier said than done, but it's not like you're going in for a job interview or to request a favor from a mob boss.
>You've met the girls before, and Sugarcube Corner's supposed to be a great place.
>Don't do what you did yesterday, don't panic.
>It's all gonna be fine.
>You let your shoulders sink and you nod.
"...Okay, that's what I'll do."
>You look Fluttershy in her concerned eyes and gently smile.
"...Thank you, Flutters."
>She smiles at seeing your worries fade.
>"You're welcome, Anon."
>Fluttershy glances around a bit before placing a chase kiss on your cheek.
>It's silly to admit, but this small gesture makes you smile a little wider and gently blush.
>"Feeling better?"
>You're about to nod, but then you step back and put a finger to your chin.
"Hmm... I'm not sure. Maybe if you try that again?"
>Fluttershy rolls her eyes, but her goofy grin betrays her true emotions.
>With a gentle blush dusted across her cheeks, she planted another kiss on your other cheek.
>Her kiss is go gentle, yet so filled with love.
>It's like being kissed by an angel.
>That time, you nod relentingly.
"Okay, yeah, NOW I'm feeling better."
>"Well, now we know for sure." Fluttershy plays along with a smile.
>But then something crosses her mind, and she adopts a more smug expression.
>"But... I'm afraid they come at a price~" She teases you.
>Before Fluttershy could string you along any further, you beat her to the punch.
>You pull her in by her waist and capture her lips in a brief but passionate kiss.
>Her eyes widen in surprise before they slowly slide shut as she sinks into your embrace.
>When you pull away from the kiss, Fluttershy looks like she's out of breath.
>She's still leaning on you with her hands on your shoulders and with one foot lifted behind her.
>God, she's adorable.
"Does that cover the bill~?" You teasingly ask her.
>Fluttershy softly exhales and nods.
>"U-Uh huh."
>Anon, you Casanova, you.
"Well, we should be heading to Sugarcube Corner right about now."
>You gently take Fluttershy's hand in yours.
"Care to lead the way?"
>Now fully recovered from your moment of fiery passion, she intertwines her fingers with yours and gives you a nod.
>"I'd love to."

>>40956774
fit busty dashie

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Do they have to pay taxes like actual humans?

Secondary: Who do you think in the EqGverse is most likely to commit tax evasion and get away with it?

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Bonus pantsu shot:
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>>40961258
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